My heart is a stage, bountiful enough to create a spectacle. The world awaits a thrill, "Give them their desire..." A voice speaks from within but I stand on the stage in my ripped costume, subdued by my fear of denial, consumed by doubt.

How do I please them? How do I grant their desires? Here I am, standing motionless, deprived of reasoning; my sight overpowered by the bright stage light and my heart pounds with fear. I look down to see my feet drown in slime of the hopeless ground I stand on.


I look beyond the crowd and struggling at the entrance is my bravery, begging to pull through the enormous audience. Its glow rapidly fading into the dark, it loses its breath and life gradually crawls out of it. It screams to be saved but the uproar hinders its loud cry.

The slime thickens as my feet struggle to move, my hands held aback in shackles, I force to break loose but the chains tighten. I can't move, I can't scream, in my mouth is hope squeezed in deep, holding back my words.


Bravery lost its glow amidst the thick crowd, lying helpless on the ground as it gets trampled. I can't save it because I'm overpowered by a force I know not of. Who do I call to; family cheer amidst the audience, friends stand apart wearing cloaks of...