There's such a simplicity in authenticity.
In revealing your innermost turmoil,
one performs their fantasies.
In words, you have the ability to perform
your dreams, even those far from the norm.
The power to eloquently express emotions,
making someone feel cold or warm.
The power in pen to a paper or a finger to a key.
And even in that beauty,
The artist can't help but feel their mediocrity.
Daring to hold oneself so highly
fearing to appear unremarkably inferior,
Exposing the frailty of their exterior.
