up to this stage, I approached strongly
confident of winning the hearts and souls
of so many, but , got blinded
in the spotlight

left stage left running wildly.
Inside an urge right or wrongly
made me flee, go blindly
remembering I guess my
flightiness.

Ashamed or scared of too much light
or success not wanting to face it, or
scared I might not measure up to
the others. Like recess

in grammar school how the girls
always looked and cheered for the other
boys, how those boys could outrun me.

Seems like years ago I was laughed at.
But my funny bone still
is hurt.