Stage Fright
The lights, they beam down with powerful visibility.
The stage, outstretched and lonely as far as I can see.
The audience, physically unseen, but I’m conscience of their stares.
The fear, judgement hammering against my heart as I act.
The sweat, beads form and race down my body throughout.
The sound of my voice… the laughter from the crowd…
It’s almost like fear was a joke.
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