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In The Perfect's Shadow

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In The Perfect's Shadow

I’m standing there, watching the Perfect perform.
Even with my hard work I feel like I’m stuck in reverse
The Perfect can do what I try to do, only better
She makes me feel like a simple street beggar.

So here I sit, waiting for my shot,
But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got?
Wanting that spotlight to turn on me,
Waiting for my chance to finally be free.

All the dreams I once had have turned to smoke,
They fell away, proving to be a hoax as soon as I spoke.
When she songs, everyone listens whole I sit and wait
For my dreams to become real, to be fully awake.

So here I sit, waiting for my shot,
But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got?
Wanting that spotlight to turn on me,
Waiting for my chance to finally be free.

The Perfect’s singing again and the choir claps
Can’t help myself in wishing that the stage would collapse.
Wanting her to fail, to lose, to finally admit her defeat.
Here’s to hoping my hate for her is discreet. 

So here I sit, waiting for my shot,
But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got?
Wanting that spotlight to turn on me,
Waiting for my chance to finally be free.


My wings itch to be released. 
Wishing that the hot, angry beast
Would go and leave me alone
For I know that my thoughts are not condoned.

So here I sit, waiting for my shot,
But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got?
Wanting that spotlight to turn on me,
Waiting for my chance to finally be free.

Why is it that when I try, it seems to explode
In my face? Why does she have to gloat?
Don’t they know that I’m trying?
I’ve been working so hard, I feel like I’m dieing.

So here I sit, waiting for my shot,
But when I get it, can I give it all I’ve got?
Wanting that spotlight to turn on me,
Waiting for my chance to finally be free.

Will I be able to show the talent I’ve been
Hiding? Will I be able to show my wings of velveteen?
An imposer of the real thing,
The trick’s now up, and the cut’s still sting.

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  1. Date: 7/2/2012 9:00:00 PM
    H L. this poem makes perfect sense to me.. hope you fly higher than most... glad to see your willing to take that sting back, or give one...lol... always~ PD