Is a virtue I do not possess.
I wait here, in shadows, the curtain conceals
And I ask it to open, to let me begin
My speech is prepared, my bow perfected
But the spotlight is broken
I chase after it, weak, I’ve been running enough
I listen to words from those that I know
Are not gifted as I, not refined as I
And I wait through it all.
I wait for my moment that never will come
I wait for the time that I can become
That person who shines in a moment in time
But for naught is it all
I can feel my heart harden as I listen to prattle
And chatter that makes me lose my mind
“I’m so good at this!” They say “and so good at that!”
But they’ll never know
That if I had my chance
I’d out shine them all.
Is not a virtue I possesses.