downtown galaxy - my poetry

but the stage.

the crowd's screams and cheers and energy is electrifying. for me. they're cheering for me.

i love performance, and attention, and all eyes on me. does that make me an awful person? maybe, but i don't care. whether it's my voice, my personality, or my body that the spotlight's on, i love it.

confidence is a fickle thing, abandoning me right before i walk on, but the moment i turn and face the crowd, i become- i wouldn't say someone else, because i just feel like I'm myself again, like i was meant for the spotlight all along and nervous, jittery ayushi is a different person altogether

she's gone, and now confidence is filling me up so that I'm bursting at the seams, pushing my back straight and my head high and my cheeks out into the biggest grin

my words and my movements and myself- the room is filled with me

and, as ever, the audience. absorbing my energy, they push their own back at me with their hands and voices and flashes and it's addicting, a delirious high i wouldn't trade for the world

there's no halfheartedness in pushing myself into every corner of the room.

give me the stage, and i will give you my all.