I was placed on a pedestal and asked to perform <br />I was striped of my pride and open to scorn <br />My inner most feelings displayed to all <br />Yet I hold my head high and refuse to fall <br /> <br />Naked, a newfound purity <br /> <br />I’m blinded by light, but my focus remains <br />Surrounded by faces without any names <br />My presence encourages cheers from below <br />The people demand a start to the show <br /> <br />Expectations, belief's of the blind <br /> <br />Emotions run high, I shout for relief <br />Fear exchanged for adrenaline release <br />A glimmer appears in the eyes of the throng <br />The shout now descends to the level of song <br /> <br />Vanity, corner stone of expression<br /><br />Doom and Gloom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/individual-focus/
