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
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 ...............................................................wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I Like this poem very much but wish the writer was not callen Doom and Gloom.