How many millions are watching me
As I step out onto the floor?
Their noise is deafening me,
A perfect rhythm in my ears.
This is a chance in a lifetime
Which I am expected to grasp.
Everyone is staring at me
Demanding grace and perfection.
I'm the favorite they said
The so-called best in the world.
They don't or won't understand
I'm a perfectly normal gymnast.
But no more thinking now;
There's no more time.
It's my turn to perform
And earn a perfect ten.
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