I step up to the podium

But fall off of the stage all too soon

Tried to conform to perfect meter

But it sounded like a rusty tune.

So instead of stepping up now

I step down

I let others take the stage now

I won't be let down.

Is it humble to hate the self?

NO! I hear a scream

I let others go first

So that I don't hurt

But I want so bad to be in the spotlight

I want so bad to be seen

Is that prideful? Is that bad?

Is it inherent? Is it inherited?

I don't know, I hear a soft whisper

Cold and silenced

But so

So desperate

I think everyone wants to be seen

To be acknowledged

To feel like your work MEANS something to someone other than you

I think that's what it is

But I don't know

I'm so young

I don't know if I'm depressed or dramatic

Maybe it's a little bit of both

But screw it

I am a good writer!

Not because I'm good at writing

But because I have something to say

And guess what?

I can sing, too!

I make mistakes sometimes, but

I've got a great voice

Another thing-

I've got a great, scientific mind

I'm curious about everything

And I love to learn

But I know all that already-

I don't know you.

Tell me, you last-picked, behind-the-scenes,

Who are you?

Tell me everything you've been trying to hide

I want so bad to know

Don't let them put you in a box

Let your skills be shown!