Stage Fright

I have to push myself outside For I am an introvert I don’t swell with purple pride Inside not how I work I’m self sufficient near to a flaw Yet I crave the audience and stage My green gifts are red and raw Yet I will drag them in the light of day Easily I practice my pink piece A poem I wrote called seeds I listen to the ruby recording Hoping to perfect purple poetry I know I will get a chill Just before the presentation But I must create my thrill In meeting yellow anticipation I’m trying to step out my comfort zone Which is in my little homemade box I control the timing of metronome And only death should dare me stop Say a little prayer for me please That I keep my cranberry courage That I am calming as I speak That light or dark I will encourage