Juggling Act

Life is a Circus.

I, the juggler, on a stage blinded by the lights.

The roar of the crowd, the pressure of the audience.

Confused, Scared, and Unaware of what's to come next.

The other acts blank-facedly judging my performance.

Dazed, I realize my talent and why I was chosen to perform.

I perform, and the circus of life continues.

This poem is about: 
Me

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