Stage Fright

I’d rather hide behind the curtains
I don’t want to be seen.
I’d rather watch, dim the lights,
or man the ticket machine.

But I would sing in the shower
when there’s no one to hear.
Oh I could be a rockstar
if not for this fear.

You see, I dream to entertain
with swooning fans at my feet.
To get up on that platform
and lose myself to the beat.

But I shake and I cringe,
I run away from the spotlight.
It’s just this terrible, weakening
incurable stage fright.