I know the lightness of the front panel of the stage,
the bittersweet burn of the spotlight,
the tingling of your toes,
the smell of victory,
feeling you have bloomed like a flower,
being the pop of color others are drawn to.

Yet I know the dullness of second row
and the downing it does on your works
but yet I don’t know which one is worse.

I’ve known the time, effort, and passion I’ve devoted
to work my way closer to the bright lights at the edge of the stage.           
I’ve prayed to blossom like a flower,    
to be the pop of colors others are drawn to,
and now that I am finally here     
I didn’t know till now, that it came with feeling the jealousy of those behind me
they are green with envy and I understand, I have been in those shoes before,
always thinking I’m not good enough for people to see me,
I must be hidden by others works
I then came to the realization that I can do whatever they can do
and I have done just that, although, I didn’t know it would leave me feeling empty,
all the cheers and applause can’t fill an empty void knowing
they have all worked the same as I
though someone has found me to be more deserving
‘tis an honor,
shining bright among the other stars
yet I have shined while dulling other stars.