Bubble Wrapped in RhymeA Poem by nadia dmitriI am good at putting my feelings into the words people want to hear
I am good at putting my feelings into the words people want to hear,
The more filtering and editing I do, the sweeter I appear. The more I whisper, the louder my real voice tends to sound. The more honest I am, the less people tend to be around. People learn to love me under false pretenses, A manufactured friend shielding you from consequences. They love this clay sculpted me that they have molded; The devotion in my eyes as I keep my palms folded. I make myself small enough to fit in your hand, And when I ask to be tall you don’t understand. I have constructed myself to be on display, But then when I am finally honest you start to run away. I feel like a monster most of the time, People don’t like my pain when its not bubble wrapped in rhyme. I don’t mean to lie or trick or cause mayhem, People just don’t seem to like me when I don’t belong to them. So I put myself behind bars and let desperation pay the fee, I grieve the authentic person I never got to be. I dig my own grave and put pillows inside, And dream of a world where I don’t have to hide. © 2023 nadia dmitriReviews
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