Why I Have To Wash My Costume Every Single Night (Hint: I'm Sweaty)

always to infinity, I fight the lights that scream (they are so bright!)

Location: The auditorium

Characters: Me?

Purpose: To stop my hands from sweating so much, oh God


this stupid costume itches 


the words I've memorized fall out like drool, leaving a puddle on the ground

My hands shake and I pray the audience doesn't notice


I kiss myself awake and I sing the wrong notes

and when I get home I cry about it

Because as much as I pretend otherwise

I'm not? An actor?

Why did I do this to myself?


Every scene is a piece of purgatory

a waiting game

until the moment I go to the wings and everything is fine again

The audience is filled with potatoes

So many eyes. Ha, ha

When I'm nervous I crack jokes



The girl who is never doing musicals again

(but can now appreciate those that do)

This poem is about: 



You're so original and funny!

I would love to see more of your works on this site.

Have a great day!

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