I’ve always been that awkward kid,
Who always hid,
People thought I was quiet, but my mind was a battle field.
Filled with bursts of gunshots, I couldn’t think.
It was like I was stuck in a jar, and everybody was just so far.
People thought I was a freak, no, I was just scared to speak.
My words drifted away like a balloon in the wind.
I tried to catch it but I ended up with broken bones and bruises.
It felt is if I was choking, in reality I was just waiting for someone to give me my oxygen mask and say
“Breathe.. Breathe.. Breathe..”
Everywhere felt like a minefield, one wrong step and days, weeks and months of preparing myself would all go to waste.
We’ve made an armour for ourselves out of all our mistakes.
Look in the mirror and open your eyes wider,
What do you see? For I see Nothing.
I was trapped, I was chained. I had gone insane over horrible intervals of sanity.
I want to tell Caesar that maybe the fault is in our stars and not ourselves.
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(Hi again, this is Perry. Yeah, this is my piece for my Slam Poetry club. It's not intended to be read on paper but performed. You guys should definitely check out Slam Poetry if you don't know what that is. It honestly helped me out, helped me open up. And I included Edgar Allan Poe's quote here because I hold it dear to my heart. And also the last line because I agree with John Green.
Maybe the fault is our stars, not ourselves. It's not always us to blame, to shame. So yeah, hope yall' like it.)
