In My Closet

"Alone in this place I feel a deep tear
In my soul as they peer inside
No where is safe, I want to just hide
They peer through the windows and make me feel sick
My flaws, my insecurities is what they pick
Watched by misses and misters
Eyes of judgement and weighted whispers

I close the door, but they jump to the windows
They watch through it all, my highs and my lows
But the lows they just laugh and I scream and I cry
Why can't they pay attention to the high
So I sit in a cage that's made out of glass
And I want to leave, get away from here fast
But I cower in my cage like a lion in a zoo
The stress of my life hurts me, I'm not getting through
Please stop looking at me, I'm not looking my best
The constant stress of not being fully blessed
The shattered glass reflects on my bleeding skin
But nobody notices the state that I'm in"

This is a story.
A story about a girl growing up.
A story about a girl growing up in the music industry along side 5 special guys.
Trying to live in a man's world, a world that was not designed for her.

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Poem: "Display" by Ethan Jewell