Thumbing through pictures of people I don’t know
Looking at paintings by artists no one shows
Watching for patterns to see if I can escape
People not watching my plays or reading my poems

Suddenly art is no longer subjective
Now it’s only credited by the public eye
And I’ve in turn lost my creative eye
And now I’ve lost sight of my objective

To tell a story through my point of view
But now I just sit here and stew
On what they’ll want/see/hear/do
But my words are not meant for all of you

Now that my dreams have become reality
Should I be excited?
That my heart is going to be on display?
In front of my friends and family and him!

******* ambitions caused me to see
That maybe fame isn’t worth insecurity
But maybe that’s why so few people
Come to fame in the first place

My dreams sprawl out in every direction
And I don’t know which way to go
I could be a coward and keep to myself
Or I could be loud and proclaim my pain

Facing my audience, I stand in silence
Waiting for their applause before I perform
Hoping they’re entertained by nothing
So I don’t have to show all them all of me