I wrote the above as self-therapy, in response to my anxiety over being considered for a solo in one of the songs my high school chorus is performing. Of course, the poem much more grandiose than what the real situation would have been had I not panicked in the final round of auditions, but hyperbolic metaphor is the only proper way to express strong feelings.

This is a very modified rondelet. I've ignored rhyme and inserted an extra line before the final refrain, but it does follow the appropriate syllabic pattern (aside from the fact that there's an extra line). I rewrote a version that strictly follows the form, but it just doesn't have quite the force of the original.