TW: SH
you laugh as you tell me
instruct me as if I am uneducated
a new member
as if you would know.
i may panic at the sight of blood,
cringe at you playing with pins
get upset at talk about dismantling sharpeners.
but i'm hiding a secret from you all
i'm a fabulous liar
i put on a smile and mask everyday
i'm amazing at drama club
you just haven't seen me yet.
for i've been a part of the club for years
dismantled sharpeners,
cut up plastic packaging,
stolen blades.
so why can you not see?
why can i not tell you?
i'm trying to make you see me
i "accidentally" let comment slip,
flash my scarred skin.
that's how you join drama club without an interview,
right?
i want you to know
but my mouth doesn't work when explaining my acting.
i've felt the ribbing
tearing
unzipping feeling
as it runs across my skin,
avoiding the blue lines like the plague.
i sometimes wish i just told you
told you the truth,
announced myself your leader.
because you were right
there's not a razor in my pocket,
there's a pack of five.
by o.p.
i wish i could talk about drama club with you, but it saddens me to think you come to it too x
