Stepped on the parquet floor
Watchful eyes tracking every fault
As their peering gazes bore
Into me; My steps came to a halt
A crowd clustered around
Eagerly waiting for me; the Other me
I opened my throat to make a sound
I wondered why it felt so horribly lonely
Stomach churning, I heaved inside
As they howled from the stands
I wanted to run; I wanted to hide
Instead I smiled and cheerily waved my hands
Although millions watched me
and my warm gaze and pretense of fun
I had the horrid feeling, you see
Of being seen by no one
Very good. Love the first line.
Thank you so much.