I have a script in a language no one knows, only unwriteable letters and unspeakable words. And as I try to read aloud words that was never there; I think.
I think the light brings life.
But with light comes shadow, that I know; Inevitable is the shadows of life. Admitting that nothing can be without the light, yet spare me the blinding shadows, clouding my vision more than any light ever could. Staring up at a bright moon, I find shadows glow a thousand times brighter than they should. Thus I fail to see light, blinded by a glowing gloom, a deafening darkness. Right beneath the glowing moon I stand, in the spotlight in my life's performance, yet my face is lit with a shade than no one can see. Except me.
But now I see the light! A  petrifying sight.
The light in a thousand pair of eyes. Eyes that believe, expect or judge... yet all fail to see. I avoid their gaze, but I am too late; my mind is a haze. And with a script in my hand no one ever wrote, a poisonous fog spreds to the brightest corners of my mind. I have been poisoned by my own shadow, and the shadow that keepers of loving eyes casts on me. Expected to perform under a  spotlight I cannot see, with this script that no one wrote. I struggle to read letters never written, and even though Im thinking, nothing comes to mind.