My Personal Disaster

I went up to the stage,

The audience was pitch black

I was all alone

With no one at my back

I looked at the microphone

And I started to speak

But none of the words came out

I looked at the draft

And my hand started to tremble

The words on the paper

Looked like carvings on a cave wall

The words looked like they’re moving

The words looked like they’re alive

Finally my eyes fell upon

Some words that I knew before

I cleared my throat quietly

I opened my mouth once more

I told the story on the paper

It was about a man who doesn’t like his voice

The audience began to snicker

The judges begin to laugh nervously

It must’ve been my voice

That made the audience scoff

Finally the script came to an end

And I hurried off the stage

The experiment was terrible

It was bad and not too good.