when she’s alone, she’s more likely at her best. she shines in the darkness, a reclusive artist. but she’s a star nonetheless. she’s sensitive to spotlights, sensitive to judgements, sensitive to opinions of what she does or doesn’t. she cannot dance or sing like no one is watching. but she knows in fact that they are. they would never see her potential to be. nonetheless she was still a star. shining brightest on the night shift, on one there to compare. prays nor blame can effect her when no one else is there, she’s scared. in a room full of people who don’t treat her like an equal she can hear their thoughts, she is caught, they are see-through, and evil. so she waits to be great when she gets off the stage and the night turns to day and brings solitude. no one in the way, no one there to say what she did that was right or didn’t do.