I am a glow stick,
It's completely true.
I'm just a little different you see,
I'm not ordinary.
I shine in such a way that I can be who I want to be.
I can be happy.
Until I go home.
Until I have time to think.
When I think, I see the ugly truth.
My color is false,
At least half of it.
People don't see the darker side of me.
They only see my happy glow,
Because that's all I'm willing to show.
Nobody needs to know,
The things I do when I blend
Into the dark.
Is this dark part of me a faze?
Will it ever match what people see?
There is a way I see.
Do you see?
The butterflies want to save me.
I only need to find a way to let them in.
These insects are scared of me,
They fly away every chance they receive.
The butterflies, do you see them?
Exactly. Because they're dead.
I killed them.
But you see,
It wasn't up to me.
The voice in my head,
It makes me do it.
I obey only because I know
The voice tells me the truth,
When everyone else lies.
I listen because I know
It's for the best.
YOU ARE READING
We are all just glow sticks
PoesiaI have no idea how many parts to this story there will be. This is simply a series of metaphors poems about how we are all just glow sticks. It makes more sense once to read it.
