I am the great
And people love me because of this
I have a lightbulb over my head
And an emptiness over my heart, the type that sticks
And with all of this fame
I ask myself why I am so hollow
I play at your games
But this void always follows
The woman you see before you
She is the great
She is putting on a show for you
Just for you, may I state
She begs for your company
She wishes for you to fill the gap
You cheer her and applaud her
But you do not love her back
I am the great
And my soul is milky white
It's broken into pieces
To make it easy for you to bite
The show must go on you say
I happily comply
You are my entire world
You are happy and so am I
This woman who dances before you,
She is the great
She would do it all for you
She is yours to manipulate
Her joints are tied with string
They tear into her skin
She dances with tears in her eyes
You wish for her to sing
I am the great
The audience applauds
You sit amongst them
If I stop, you'll make me no more
I plaster on a smile
I am an empty fake
I crave your love
I am the great
YOU ARE READING
Poetically Chaotic
PoetryI am a chaotic writer. I've been feeling rather useless lately, so I've opted to create a collection of 'poetry'. I say this hypothetically, because, you see, some of this is purely made with a creative licenence, and some of it is me just venting h...
