God bless the prom queen,
Bright-eyed, sparkling,
Basking in glory.
That will never be me.
I'm not that kind of girl,
Those gleaming smiles,
Perfect poise and confidence,
Always out of my reach.
I stand in the back of crowd,
Away from the glare of the spotlight.
Surrounded by glitter and glamour.
Everyone celebrating,
The joy of being young, and alive.
I smile, clap, congratulate the queens,
The butterflies,
So effortlessly beautiful.
I wish that could be me.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
