Never knew that my heart was so close to my chest till I feel its imprint
A hint of its wild rhythm and heavy beat; drops of sweat caress my cheek
A streak a comfort that flows with gravity, the spotlight causes it to glint
Audience applause, twisted; do they enjoy my fear and sadness at its peak?
I grow weak
Is there a backstage to life?
Without a spotlight
A script full of expectations that I stumble and stutter through
Wish they knew that I couldn’t handle what I did not write
Start a fight with the writer that I had I handed the pen to
Forever rue my naiveté, I, being blinded by the light
Lacked foresight
Is there a time when the mask cracks?
Where I don’t have to act?
The demand of the crowd, my hands and feet held by strings
They sting I’m controlled by thoughts of my peers
I fear Finding myself wavering to unconscious dreams
It seems… the show is ending, the conclusion draws near
Reduced to tears
May I scream, cry, or tear down the curtains?
Rip my costume, signify I’m hurtin’?
I wonder, is the end inevitable, gloom laced in the script’s end
Send someone to erase the end, rescue me from despair
Where is the divine hand that’ll destroy the stage and defend?
Mend what I have spoiled, I plead as I’m still unaware
Of where??
Of where??
Where?
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Submission Name: Backstage To Life
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