I feel myself worthy, I’m full of confidence I know exactly who I am. Onstage.
On stage I make people smile, I lift their spirits, I show them miracles. On stage we are one, and they believe in me.
Off-stage, not so much. I’m still the 10 year old who does not get picked. The last kid, awkwardly standing alone while cool kids choose someone else, because I just don’t measure up. I’m not quite good enough. Off stage.
It’s lonely off stage. At the end of the day I am by myself, and left to comfort myself. I am quite aware that this is the life I set up for myself.
And perhaps that’s how it’s to be. I’ll use this time to make my time on stage a little bit better. I would have liked to have been chosen, I no longer expect it.
I still have the stage, and I’m still kinda important there.