I see these people
Being stars, millions of views
Eyes bright, chin upThen my stomach twists
Not butterflies, a monster
Living off my insecurities
And thriving, gaining strength every dayAnd it tells me the stuff
That I don't want to think about
But think every day, say every day
No matter how passing the comment
Or how easy the laughThere is always something deeper
But does anybody care to find it
To break down my walls and to see
What's underneathAnd if they do
Will they stay or will
They see how brokenLost
Shattered
Drowned I am
And will they leave
It's easier not to know
To balance on the edge
Of the cliff with one foot already off
Than to let someone call me forward
Or shove me offSo I will keep my walls high
To see if anyone cares to break them downI will keep my troubles hidden
To see if anyone likes what's underneathI will keep an smile, a laugh, the joy of the moment
To see who knows it's a lie
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Slam Poetry
PoetrySlam poetry about my life because... idk, I thought this was a good idea.