Individual Focus Poem by Doom & Gloom

I was placed on a pedestal and asked to perform
I was striped of my pride and open to scorn
My inner most feelings displayed to all
Yet I hold my head high and refuse to fall

Naked, a newfound purity

I’m blinded by light, but my focus remains
Surrounded by faces without any names
My presence encourages cheers from below
The people demand a start to the show

Expectations, belief's of the blind

Emotions run high, I shout for relief
Fear exchanged for adrenaline release
A glimmer appears in the eyes of the throng
The shout now descends to the level of song

Vanity, corner stone of expression