I will leave all my trophies here,
polished and pristine and presented by you.
I gotta compete with my self-esteem,
and what you want me to be.
Stuck between two worlds and words
Your world: be this
My world: be that
I will leave all my awards and accolades with you,
pick up the damn collectives and do what you want with them.
Smash them like you enjoyed doing with my self-respect.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoesieBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
