Pained is an easy term,
It’s not hard to understand:
A broken heart burns.
My imaginary friend was Fred the Farmer… I know it sounds crazy, but Fred would only be available on long road trips… He would wear a plaid, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jean overalls. He would always be right beside our vehicle or lag behind a bit whenever we would drive on the highway. He always had a way of making me laugh whether it was jumping from road sign to road sign, or when he would trip when he ran. Fred would also talk to me and ask me why my grandparents were driving slow. He was always a great “imaginary friend” who would help pass the time by… No, we don’t talk anymore. haha…
I’m scared of what is,
The feelings that my heart holds.
So I keep running.
You stand there to sing,
You feel your beating heart.
You want to carry out the tune;
But you don’t know where to start.
You know that you’re the only;
The one who’s not afraid to stand.
Yet, you feel all of life is still;
Save the shaking of your hands.
You give one good glance;
You look out among the crowd.
All the many faces are out so far;
Yet, Their voices so close, so loud.
You open your mouth gently,
Until words of pureness pour.
You started the melodious tune;
The crowd speaks no more.
Your heart begins to beat faster,
You start to feel that rush.
Nothing but your voice is sounding;
Whilst the multitude is hushed.
You’re almost done with singing,
A smile makes it’s way.
While the crowd gets to cheering
Begging you to stay!
You feel as though you’re floating.
Nothing better could describe;
When you walk from the platform,
Feeling excited and alive.
Every day is an open mic
You get the chance to stand, to speak.
Although, you may be nervous;
It’s the easiest way to lead.