My throat is full of burning sensation

As I have taken burden of serious obligation.

I seek answer if it is my true vocation.

But time is over for consideration

While I'm standing before you, hoping for standing ovation.

My companion on stage came to his world already.

How I would like to be him now, he feels so steady!

For he does not wonder like me if he is ready,

He just knows the flow of comedies and tragedies

When I am all but dramatic in my suffering.

My eyes cannot stand explosion of light.

Do these lamps really have to shine so bright?

Can't the dim and hide me in the shade of night,

So all of you would not see my face is white

From tension and I could finally walk out of your sight?

I cannot possibly perform well having no escape from ambience.

I can hear all the vicious voices from audience.

God help me! I grow wild, I lose my patience!

Are you laughing at me? Have you no conscience?

May you try your own theatrical entrance!

I draw my last gasp waiting to be shattered

And, funny enough, it doesn't matter

What happens. I feel so strangely contented,

I close my eyes and get myself descended

Into a bow. I do not hear you clapping. I've just done what I intented.