I can't let the curtain close or the lights fade. I have to make my way to the stage

I thought I was ready but my nerves are coming back to me. Memories of the old

The stage is set, I just have to step up and step out. Stage fright of past shows and

the turnouts prevent me from making new strides and new shows.

I don't want to perform not even because of the crowd but because I doubt

my quality and gifts. My talents went overshadowed and looked over so 

often. Why not? The real me doesn't like to put on the persona. YET the 

person behind it wasn't seen so again why now just to amuse a few?

One spectator in particular has shown geninune interest but I rather perform and

let the persona go on stage. It's all others ever want, they want what they can benefit

from. What makes them happy. Yours is nada. The show must go on doe right?

Do you see me?

What if I told you I didn't want to be seen? I question why you don't leave me be?

What do you want from me? What's your price? When will you show me your back

on your way out the door as the curtain closes? I"m use to spectqators not supporters

of my craft.