.I stand infront of the mirror
re-reading my poem over
telling myslef "I can do this", 'I know this poem by heart".
but deep down in my veins runs‎ ambiguity.
Yeah,
I may know the poem from top to bottom
But that doesn't stop the diaphoresis
from dripping off my face.
Then my mind begins to roll.
Like a movie I see the acts of it all.
Me standing there,
breaking silence with my poem
I look up becuase I realized,
I've messed up.
I look into the crowed to see everyone laughing
like I'm a jester or something.
My face falls and keeps falling .
I turn red and end up walking off stage.
I pop back into reality and tell myself
"Yeah, I got this"
with a look of a warrior, who knows she'll win the battle,
in my eyes.
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