FirstA Poem by Rebecca
I've always tried to put others first.
Not because I necessarily thought it was right, But it made me happy to see others happy. By showing the world how beautiful it was, I felt a sense of completion. But getting pushed around and made to feel imperfect Showed me the true, painfully dark world. Perhaps I tried to help the world too much And in the process, lost my luster. I've made myself into this hideous creature Without passion or strive, Or goals and ambition. And I can't break the walls I've built around myself. Someone call out to me. How long must I fake this tarnished smile And make the world think I'm okay. Make the world think it's still gorgeous.. Must I only cry in the dark? For now, I can't let the world feel ugly. Maybe it's alright to make the world Feel as I do, I sometimes think. Perhaps doing so will make me feel real, alive. Human. But no, not now. No more selfish thought.
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