You glow
You feel like you have so much to show.
You darken
Suddenly it was almost like it was a joke.
Back then it was easier to be a
shout in, blend in, but things came into color
and minds became mean. Eyes gleam green
and the system is no longer clean.
You have no self esteem.
You become your own mean
It's as if you had nothing to believe
everyone becomes a judgement day
judged to the deep
You feel like you're in a courtroom everytime you speak
All eyes on you
Do they like what you think?
Do they like you?
The gavel bangs. Waste of space.
Mute.
The hearing will proceed.
Any other bad ideas you have to
conceive?
Do you protest
Or do you let it all be
Sometimes it's so hard
To keep self esteem.
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Fabulous // Colors Sequel
Poetry❝I stopped letting boys define me and I started to believe in myself and my potential❞
