Micky's Poems

Spotlight

Am I a prize or am I worthless?
I'm not too sure myself.
I must mean something to some people, right?
At least that's what I hope.

My emotions are forced
Into a bottle, all cramped.
And if that bottle were to break
All hell would break lose.

I've kept quiet for so long
I've forgotten how to speak
And any attempts to show my real self
Result in me being gagged again

I fear that I'm breaking
And not in the way that I'd like.
No, they're breaking me.
I fear that I'm losing myself.

I've been hidden for so long
I don't know how to talk to people.
I stutter, trip, and misplace my words.
I might as well be speaking gibberish.

I want to cry for help
"Get me away from these people!"
But I fear for my siblings too much
So I exchange safety for unity.

My emotions are getting stronger
And the bottle is starting to crack.
I've tried covering it with duct tape
But it just makes things worse.

In the past I could just hide,
Hide to a nice little safe space
But now they're all gone
And I feel... exposed.

Everyone is staring at me
And I'm not performing anything.
But the spotlight won't shut off.
It itself is now an eye.

I can't scream
I can't run
I can't even hide.
So now all I can do
Is put on a face while I die inside.