of failing

I looked forward to it.

It seems ridiculous now

from the bottom of the pit

but then I was.

There were pretty words that 

painted pictures

And my hands ached to

impress

and I tried.

I really really tried.

It's hard to perform 

for an empty theatre.

The seats they glare 

and the sound of applause

is off the menu, they're 

serving low self esteem today.

And I know

I know you didn't dig this pit.

You didn't push me in.

But I was on the edge

when your voice was red, 

your disappointment loud

and your disapproval simmered.

I dug the pit

I flinched 

I fell.

The rope ladder

was right beside you though.