Hello guysssss,
So I’ve been on this orange app (well we also have orange economy now) for a while now and never posted anything I’ve written. And today I finally feel like I can post something here.
I was thinking about performance and how we do it for others all the while for the voices in our heads and wrote a poem about it. And it goes like:
Always on a stage I did not climb,
blinded by spotlights, by voices that chime.
Who am I when I step off the stage?
Who am I in the dark of the cage?
Masquerading in staged light,
i disappear in
scattering white
I wipe the glitter from my sight.
i live in a house with no mirrors
never bothered to see
what might look back
Who am I when the curtains fall?
Even in the dark,
without the applause,
the spotlight still burns,
leaving ashes of me behind
and echoes of a name
i don’t even recognise
anymore.
Ok byeeeee
