curtains drawn , i was born
the audience on the edge of their seats
applause applause a thunderous roar
taught to read
to read a script
all lines are important
one must never skip
act 1 , act 2, act 3
the curtains never recede
bravo
their calls echo
a smile a bow
and on to the next
personal desires, one must always suppress
who wouldn't want the spotlight light?
isn't your world alright ?
one script to the next
ones self also suppressed
until one day
you wake up and say
who am i?
tight lipped
without your script
with out your mask to hide
striped bare
left to dry
who am i?
when all is said and done
when the crowd has already been won
when the act ends
you find you have no friends
...
...
except the ones in your head
YOU ARE READING
maybe im messed up
Poetrywell here it is , my heart on my book sleeve (and now for the laughter at a bad pun)or just random weird things (manly involving unicorns) that cross my awkward mind . this is a book of poems letting you into the head of a average high school (or sh...
