Empty Stage
Here I stand with my knees buckling
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
My bubbling talent waiting to be recieved.
I look to the left,
And then the right.
No director is present
My name is not in lights.
The audience of chairs are silent and encumbered
The only sound is my heart pounding sorrowfully
No tickets were bought to see me perform.
The echoe of laughter teases my senses
And the dull bulbs of thought pierce my mind.
How did I get to this stage so unprepared?
Why is there coldness depleting my breath?
I wither off stage with a tear stained face.
I laugh sarcastically at my hopes to be loved.
No longer will I subject myself to this pain.
Within the theatre lies my demise.
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