I stare at the audience in shock.

I knew this day would come.

The day when I would have to walk up the stairs,

And into the public spotlight.

I try to walk forward,

But my legs are rooted in place.

The roots of fear are buried deep.

It gnaws at me, gives me doubts.

And so,

I walk away.

I lost my chance be do something great.

Now, I am nobody.