Straight from the Ruins of Fame

She was once shy for she was once plain.

She was worth a friendly “hello”, but not a “How are you?”

Until one day when she was noticed.

This acknowledgement held her head up very well.

She became thirsty for more

Of what can be boundless;

Attention wrought with secrecy disguised as sincerity.

She was now decorated with compliments

Where there used to be silence.

She worked hard for what should have been child’s play,

But this game was demanding.

She’d been replaced by a demon bred from insecurity.

Others began to notice her proud ways,

And they returned once more to casual greetings.

But her solitude was worse this time for

She had forsaken herself.

Her gravestone reads “In Pieces”.

I can no longer confess to the reflection in the mirror.

Reviews

[Devesh]

Nice! You' built a solid flow through the poem. The language is solid. I enjoyed reading it. :) If I may ask, what inspired this?

[Karina Coldfeather]

Thanks so much for the nice reviews! Actually it's about myself. During my junior year of high school I started to hang out with the "popular" crowd lol cliche, I know but true. It got to my superficial head and I was left with picking up the pieces of my old self. All good now though :)

[Devesh]

Glad to know that it's all good now! Experience is always a good starting point for poetry. :)

[Karina Coldfeather]

Very True!