Personally I think it’s really sucky but tell me what you guys think!
Last summer, a few months ago,
In a place called Cedar City,
I discovered a way to grow,
And ways to be witty.
A camp where we studied Shakespeare
And saw a play each night.
Yet I always had a strange fear
My monologue wasn’t right.
Our coaches, were professionals
Both performing in plays
At the Shakespeare festival,
All the nights and all the days.
My scene coach *name*, reminded me
Of a fictional character,
Handsome and probably too old for me.
Yet I wrote him love letters.
He never played a leading role
I said before he was twenty-three,
But he would always touch my soul
And I knew he could never love me.
As each day went by, we worked hard
With our teachers, and our coaches
And accomplishing with the bard
Until showcase day approaches.
On that stage, I was struck with fear
I thought I was not good enough,
To do this piece and stand up here
Yet I had to be tough.
I performed my piece on that stage,
Thinking “I can do this.”
And I heard a “BRAVO” offstage
A cheer from *first and last name of which I will not reveal*.
The man of my dreams, cheered for me?
Then, I must have been good enough!
But still he doth not love me.
The feeling was both nice and rough.
Although he’ll won’t see me again
Til I return to camp next year,
He gave me advice I’ll retain
And his advice I still hold dear.
“When you fear you won’t get it right,
Think you’re not good enough
Know that someone else has better sight,
Because you are enough.”