Watching eyes and no applause,
Taking the stage, a lingering pause.
If only I could be so bold
So as to let my emotions take hold.
True thoughts spoken aloud;
Standing tall, standing proud.
But the thought is wishful thinking
For I am continually shrinking,
Hiding behind a mask.
A mask so perfectly
Practiced that the audience cannot see.
Waiting for a crack to reveal my sins,
That is how the performance begins.