As your time comes near
you will get nervous.
No matter how much
you try to prepare.

This year, I'm third out of five.
Thank the Lord
I'm not first,
as I was once before.

First one goes and I'm still calm,
waiting my turn
as she prances around.

Next one up,
my time is approaching
will I do good?
Or completely blow it.

Taking deep breaths,
knowing how it goes.
If I get too nervous,
It won't be fun.

I start to shake,
knowing her turn is almost over.
I panic on the inside,
trying to look calm on the outside.

The music stops
and I walk up to the edge.
Where I wait
until the judge signs.

I walk six steps in,
take my starting place
and wait to begin.

I start out strong
knowing I can do it.
I want to beat everyone,
including myself.

Running and jumping,
twisting and turning,
this is what I live for.

The music stops
and my turn is over.
Now I'm wishing
it was a little longer.

The judge holds up the score
and I can't help but smile.
I have beat myself.
That's all that matters.

This is the feeling I love.
The reason, I am,
a gymnast.