Please the Crowd

Foe those of you, like me, who pay way too much attention to what other people think.

A thousand eyes are watching me,
For what I wear and what I speak,
Always trying to please the crowd,
My inner thoughts never spoken out loud. 
Hours of stressing about what is right,
My heart and mind at constant fight. 
My inner self breaks and tears,
Until I realize no one really cares. 

Reviews

[Odayin]

We all have to go through certain phases. Everyone on the planet goes through that phase, just some earlier than others. No one should ever judge something on something like that, especaially because people are something we live with, and something that makes living worth it. But then again, if no one judged you on it, you wouldn't have to worry in the first place.
Nice poem about one of life's many vicious circles. Well done

[Crifa]

I like it. Many people feel that way you are part of the majority. Good work