For some reason I can't get over this stage fright
Whenever I get up there the words don't take flight
I mean it isn't the fear of being on stage
It she fear of what people think and what people say
It's the look on they're faces and how they'll react
Every time I look at the page my poem seems like crap
And it's the fear that when I finish & walk away no one will clap
And when I look up and see everyone staring at me, I think it's also the fear of that
That someone will take what I say wrong
Or I'll get all choked up and take too long
To say the first word, because of what people might think
Think that I'm stupid because I'm just being me
So I guess it's not really the fear of the stage
It's of what people think and what people say
It's also kind of the fear that I'll be rejected
The fear that if I mess up I'll never be accepted
And right now no matter how hard I try
I can't hold back the tears that fall from my eyes
But why is she crying? That's what everyone will think
She's just scared of a stage that's not a big thing.
But honestly it's not at all about the stage
It's the feeling that I'll always be locked in the cage
The cage isn't ordinary
It's what keeps me from going crazy and it's scary
Because whenever I look through the bars, on the other side
I see a girl with angry, piercing brown eyes
I see the girl with the sad-happy smile
You can tell by the heart she wear on her sleeve she hasn't been loved in a while
And I see love, and I see hate
And I see no peace and I see pain see that her attempts at fixing herself have all been in vain
Because no matter what she will still be the same
So she keeps her good half locked in this cage
And she won't let it out until her dying day