Take deep slow breaths as you get into place
Rehearse until you are sore and tired
Fight the burning sensation telling you to quit
Keep going until you cant go any further
You are weak and insecure
You will never make it in this world with that
your performance was weak and too stiff
more gestures, more fluidity ought to do it
I start to hate these remarks and settle
Never understanding why i wasn't good enough
Always being torn down with small issues
Being attacked with things I cant change
My voice, my ways, and myself...I am who I am..
I finally come to realize that I will never be good enough
Because i am critiquing myself so now I see
I am my biggest competition.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem