trashpoetry

dislike

You know the urge to have your poems to be liked by the audience.
It's stressful.
I post them,
and they get viewed.
Most people would be scared about bad reviews.
For me it's the amount of people who watch and don't like,
or the ones that just swipe.
Suddenly I feel like a kid,
in primary school,
praying to get listened.
I'm hiding in the restroom,
out of fear.
Are my words so bad?
Is my voice that weird?
Then they complain about the kid in middle school,
always quiet, but not cool.
One thing did not change.
They hid in the restroom.
This time it was more out of shame.
Ashamed of the stares they would get,
when they stood there silent and sad.