As I stare behind the curtain
watching your talent burn so brightly.
I can't help but feel cold inside.
Do you even know I'm there?
I look down at my worn sneakers,
listening to your soul.
Wondering if you see me
being your back-stage shadow?
You return from the front lines
beaming like the sun,
but like the moon,
I can only reflect that light,
as I don't have any of my own.
My smile fades as you go away.
The lack of light backstage hiding me.
I, your silent support,
quietly telling you, you’re amazing
but my comments are washed away
by those more flamboyant than me.
I go back to my spot
backstage, staring at the bright lights
wishing I had the courage