Poetry Friday - Performance Anxiety

performance anxietyHow could you call me gloomy, funny boy?How little, then, you knew me; but I knewhow little you would let yourself enjoy.I gladly would have been a clown for you,I gladly would have taken off my mask --for just as clowns are often sullen men,we moody ones you hardly need to ask,we long so eagerly to entertain.And you, behind your smooth reflective face,did you wish you could