Heads up, shoulders back.
The confidence that we all lack
Is trapped inside the mirror.
Ballerina, twirl en Pointe,
The clapping sound grows nearer.
Insecurity sets in,
Self-assurance is a sin
According to society.
No matter what I say or do
The pressure gets the best of me.
YOU ARE READING
Of Suns & Stars
PoetryEmpty pages are a thrilling adventure, and while completion is satisfying, the more you write, the less freedom you have in what you write. That is, if you're writing a novel... Poetry has it's own rules--and far less of them, thank goodness. This...
