Mr. Showman
you’re mr. showman;
please the crowd,
make them cheer
at the spotlight you forced on me
but I refuse to be your puppeti took your hand
for you saw the real me
yet if you did see me
why is real me trapped
in your tornado of
uncomfortable fondnessoh mr. showman
did I hurt your ego?
I refuse to be your puppet
I refuse to be your puppet
YOU ARE READING
lost poetry
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Pa...