The dice rolled on and it was me who had to stand up next.
This was just a small party that made my feet tremble
One question made me fall apart and also reassemble.
So it was my turn to show a group of people what I was good at
And suddenly all the things I was proud of fell flat.
Everyone looked at me and I was standing there still
Falling or fainting was the only thing that I thought I’d do, spine had a chill.
One chance to show a group of strangers what I could really do
Made me doubt myself, instead of putting on my dancing shoe.
Neither did I recite a piece of poetry nor did I sketch a portrait
This activity or game from the very start, felt like a fickle finger of fate.
I felt like a few knifes hanging with their edge at my neck
This was a time for a real rather double check.
Doubt caused me failure while I would’ve really had a nice time
But the actual reason wasn’t just doubt it was a bigger crime.
The real reason that I could think of was something really true
I couldn’t do anything that day for which someone would tell me, “I love you.”
I felt dejected, depressed, downcast for everything I did
Maybe because I was already dreary at everything I did.
I had options and choices to chose from I couldn’t decide one
What am I good at please tell me someone?
That thought made an extraordinary someone into an ordinary something
When the light of my face moved away and said I was good at nothing.
The uncommon, notable, exceptional speciality was missing
The pride and respect was already dismissing.
I understood I was good at nothing until I proved myself at one something
The path I choose today would lead me to a remarkable upswing.