Touched by multiples, loved by none.
Used; toy.
I remember that day when I first joined. Getting in was easy, letting others stare at me was haunting at first, now I don't know what they're staring at, what pleases them?
My body?
My face?
How I dance on them?
I walk on stage.
Confidence none.
Step, step, step
Pole in front, hand wrapped around it.
Turn, slide, sway, down.
My skin meets with it
My body moves in ways my mind can't keep up with.
Maybe it's the high taking control.
I'm losing my mind.
I'm not.
Reality.
YOU ARE READING
Harry Styles
FanficThey think they know you for who you are, but if only they knew that's who you aren't. They only know the told, not the untold. They only see what's in front of the curtain, not the back. They only see you from a glance but don't distinguish the one...
