The Song

poetry speaks

Here I am again,

standing on a stage I know so well.

Peering straight at me are faces I love

and others unknown.

As a performer I must speak,

but fear holds me by the tail.

So many make the crowd,

yet I feel alone.

Here's the song I promised,

the one I pushed back for so long.

No talent to sing or speak,

yet here I am.

I have made no chorus,

as I hated the thought of this song.

There's no way for me to escape,

as I had no plan.

I see my mother in the audience,

the one I never wanted here.

Why must she stare with a smile,

why must she be so proud?

Tears will be her new face,

As I begin the concert.

I wanted a soft verse,

but it came out so loud.

I see them like shadows showing nothing,

except for my mom who is hurt.

How long is this song

since when did it start?

Probably back when I started college,

that's when it began to write itself.

I started dropping classes,

and my life began to fall apart.

My degree for business

became a job for a singer.

Now I can only play music,

music that comes from the heart.

I don't sing of love

but of my life's lie.

Oh how I should of gave up my guitar

with strings of deceit.

I saw my mothers back,

no longer did I see her face.

I never looked her in the eye,

as I was afraid to let them meet.

Should I play another one,

one titled apology?

No shes heard it before,

as shes heard every song.

I can't stop singing,

or maybe I'm crying.

When did I change jobs,

when did I go wrong!

Here I am,

standing on a stage I know so well.

Peering straight at me are faces I love

and others unknown.

I sing the promised song,

the song called "truth".