Drip, drip. I wipe the tears from my face as they trickle from my eyes, this liquid that falls from my eyes that i can not hide, the liquid that makes me feel weak from the inside, i try to wipe it away but it continues to go it seems that with every wipe the more it seams to flow, with every swipe that fails it gets harder to stop, to stop these tears from flowing as i try to use my throat, i gaze across the room to the people that are before me, the kids with judgmental looks that whisper about me, i try to wipe the tears away one last time without success, i look at the teacher that has pity in his eyes but i know he still expects me to just "give it a try", i cant do it i'm frozen to the spot, my throat is tight and its hard to breath, i cant sing a single note, the kids that were whispering are now starting to giggle and hide the smile on there face, i don't k ow what happened but now i'm running for the door trying to escape before i collapse on the floor, nobody try's to follow me as i race across the floor trying to get out that enclosing little door, but i'm not free its not that easy like it was before there is judgement in there eyes, i cant escape so i continue to race, right across the floor, all i want to do is run until i cant to more, but i cant see anything its all become a blur, the only thing left to do is fall to the floor, i crash down and lock myself away away in my cage that i made myself today, i see peoples feet and hear whispers as they leave, i was disappointed. disappointed in myself for thinking i could do it, to think I had the courage to sing this song today.
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Auditions
Poetrythis is a poem about auditions and how they can feel to some people. please send feedback.