I will never succeed,

All I can do is fail,

I’m destined to screw up,

But all I can say is

Oh well.

My thoughts of my demise,

My fall from grace

And not my rise,

They frightened me.

As it drew closer to my turn

To walk onto the stage,

My thoughts got worse,

More panicked,

Terror flooded my mind.

My heart pounded fearfully

As I took my first step forward,

And with each step after that,

My trembling got worse.

When I started to sing

The sounds of their cheers

Started to ring

In my ears.

When I finished my song,

I knew my thoughts were wrong…

And with a final bow,

The thought was gone.