The Dysfunctional Series-Poems

Standing on stage

This is insane,

It feels like I'm in the wrong lane,

Looking out of a dirty window pane,

I should be inside a shiny frame,

Not standing on stage,

Someone turn the page,

I'm not ready for fame,

Choking on my own name,

Is this even the right stage?

It's a mess,

I'm thinking about the colour of the butterflies inside my chest,

Sweat in a puddle at my feet,

I was ready to flee, ready to rest

I always thought I was the best,

But put to the test I learnt I was just like the rest,

So I took a sip of my pride,

It was bitter then sweet and tingled on my teeth,

I had never tasted anything more satisfying,

And I had never done anything more petrifying,

I felt like my name was now carved into the stage,

The faces were smiling and the applaud was rising,

I was striving and I really liked it,

Thank God for trying,

I was standing on stage.