Stage Fright

The light gleams down on me.
I'm standing there - alone
with a thousand faces watching me.
Well, not a thousand - alright, an exaggeration,
maybe...30.

Still 30. Alright, 20.
All watching me,
waiting for me to speak,
to utter brilliance,
it's so not happening.

Ok. So maybe there's only 10.
Still.
They're waiting in expectation,
for what, is beyond comprehension.

Alright. Let's be honest. There's 5.
Their faces, they swim before my eyes.
I look out into the crowd.

Alright. I lied. There's only me,
looking into the mirror
but I'm still scared.