For years after many practices and achievements
I thought I'd overcome the soul problem of
the Stage but I just messed up focusing on the
wrong things.
I didn't run from the reality but ran from them
and the ability to look them in their eye's,
and now that they were in the space as mine, suffocated my confidence, my strength dropping with each heartbeat.
Despite them being far from me, I could feel them on the stage with me with a satisfying smile on their faces of how my weakness brought joy to their hearts.
Thighs became too much with my brain steaming and everything, I didn't realize it was so until I felt my whole body surrender to the ground.
Not long the newspaper backstabbed me and published a record that made it worse, rubbing my past right on my face, repoter ain't loyal too, I just realized my legacy can't be told by some Alphabets that can get edited,...