we are all afraid.
when we hide under the static lights of our intergalactic worlds,
behind the screens of our digital age,
it is all because we cannot take risks,
risks of rejection, being unloved, tossed aside
and forgotten like a page dog-eared and bookmarked with a faded polaroid taken
with shaky hands in a half unread book.
we are all afraid.
it is better to say nothing at all,
and let it hang stagnant between two
sad souls, rather than take a leap
and hope- because hope is stupid.
it is a flimsy plastic emotion, on the verge of breaking because
that's what people are- fragile and weak.
we are all afraid.
from a five-year-old refusing to learn
how to ride a bike to an eighteen-year-old
runaway, who looks at a crumpled map,
lost with a chip in her shoulder
and we fear the unknown but we disguise it
under tacky bright yellow stickers
with fake happy slogans that make no sense.
we are all afraid.
we wipe the tears off our cheeks and
prays silently that nobody sees,
because then they'll ask if we're
okay and when we really want to say we're not,
we swallow the truth and plaster a smile.
we are all afraid.
and it's the most human feeling-
the sharp sting of fear and it's telling us maybe,
just maybe
its because we are scared
that maybe nobody really loves us
at all.
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
Poetrya compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy g...