the troubled performer

the night is terminating,
the curtains are drawn
my mind is on shutdown
it makes me yawn

it gets too much i just cant take it
my mind has enough, im having too fake it,
when the spotlights on , i know its the start
a sigh of relief, as they begin to depart.

it started with excitement and thrills
now its daunting ,im spooked by the chills
i get rude and uptight , is it the fame?
whatever it is, im too blame!

i cant go back, its just to late
is it my fault im in such a state?
what should i do ? ...where should i go?
for my disassembled mind just doesnt know.