The Stage

I was born on the stage
The light was so bright
I could barely see the crowd
But I could hear them
“You’re so beautiful,
So talented,
So intelligent,
So thoughtful,
Perfect.”
I was perfect.

Except I was never the queen
I couldn’t reconcile these truths
The interview was always my lowest
Face to face,
Eyes on me.
No spot light,
Reality.
I got it perfect one time
One time.
That was enough
I thought
I was perfect.
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