Ugly kid's on the stage

I sing above the unrhythemic choir

Of loud conversations

Congesting my head,

Hopes tighten their grip 

Smiles curve down

When to the audience,

the ugly kid presents

With a breathy flute caged in clamy hands,

A melody dries

before reaching the crowd

I search for some familiarity 

In agitated faces, sighing loud

They stare at me with eyes

Leaving cringing traces

From being a part of my failure

Their laughs throw insults at 

My deflated stance

My hands, I can't tailor

To fit in the adequate space

Of where they should have been bouncing

To a masterpiece of the century

Playing a rhythm I've practiced continuously,

My hands shield me into a snowball of numbness

If I burry myself enough

In the glitters maybe

I won't hear them shout

To throw the stiff mannequin

In the darkness 

Of the background 

Where he deserves...