~Ashley's Ultimate Poem Collection~ (Updated frequently)

=-=Silver Trinket=-=

My eyes glaze over as I stare

At the countless number of sheets

Trying to remember all the notes and beats

Ignoring the excruciating pain that I have to bear

I lay my fingers gently on the keys 

And begin to play a beautiful tune

Exhausted, I realize I'm not immune

I fall to my knees

Tiredness has taken over me

When can I ever be free? 

Practice, practice, practice

Practice makes perfect, right?

Then why is it when I try with all my might

And do my best to fight

It never turns out right?

Tears threaten to spill out

And without a doubt

I have broken down

Plastered on my face is a frown

Everyone has such high expectations of me 

Why won't they just let me be?

They prod me in the back

Telling me I have a lack

Of consistency with the piece

All I want is peace

And for everyone to be in harmony

So I muster all my courage

To sit on the bench

And continue playing

 Now I am on a stage

Turning a page

To the right song

My fingers flow across the sea of black and white

As I play, trapped in the limelight

I bite my lip 

Afraid as if I was on a boat about to tip

I make a mistake

There's no retake

I guess my ship will never set sail

I flinch and others cover their ears

I'm sure everyone sees and hears

The flushed face

The screech of the wrong notes

The heavy pounding of my fingers

The accelerating heartbeat

My shaky legs take me away

My world has gone gray

My heart sinks

I'm teetering on the brink

Second place

The medal is given to me

Obsolete

Unacceptable

Worthless

Hard work down the drain

I have to refrain

From screaming at the top of my lungs 

I must confess

I am an average musician

Nothing more, nothing less

Salty tears fill the ocean

And into it I toss

The silver trinket