I'm here.
I don't know why,
I'm standing here
When down my spine,
There's a crippling fear.
I don't understand,
These words I speak
Out my mouth,
My emotions leak.
I'm drowning, I'm flailing,
Out in the sea
Of the faces that are-
Surrounding me.
The velvet curtains,
The shimmering lights
Shadowing me-
Is my villainous fright.
What if they hate me?
I'm not good enough
What if I am-
Incapable of love?
What if I'm a pawn?
I'm not worth this game
What if they judge me,
And I'm buried in shame?
What if they see me,
As a speck of dust
Exposed to hatred,
What if I rust?
What if I'm invisible,
They don't notice me at all
Slowly I'll vanish,
I'll fall, I'll fall.
My face is contoured,
Highlighted, smeared
With the hues of all-
My darkest fears.
What society wants,
Society gets
We starve ourselves,
And paint our lips red.
We walk like models,
We're talking Barbies
Welcome to our very own,
Society.
Violence, violence,
Everywhere
I'm terrified;
There's blood in the air.
Lost every day-
Are a million lives
Bombings, terror,
The flick of a knife.
I'm terrified of my-
Community
I'm afraid of what's-
Become of me.
I'm society's puppet,
Merely a clone
A mindless body,
With a heart of stone.
I'm caged within,
These bars of greed
A dauntless society,
Is what we need.
I'm still drowning,
I'm nowhere near tough
But I'm still speaking,
Isn't that enough?
My society is a turmoil,
It's tarnished, tainted
I'm still a puppet,
With my face painted.
I'm still terrified,
For the innocent lives lost
And all the problems,
Fear has caused.
My hands are shaking,
I'm trembling with fear
But what matters is,
I'm still here.
~Via and Magi
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A/N This is a poem I co-wrote with one of my best friends, Magicme01.
She is a brilliant writer and I strongly recommend her poetry book, No Title. Do check it out!!!
On a side note, I have a question for you all. Do you think this poetry collection should have 100 poems or 200? I'm used to ending on 100, as that's what I've been doing with my other books as well, but for some reason I feel like I'm still not quite done with Paroxysm yet.
Either way, we still have 27 poems before taking a call on what to do, but I'd love to start planning early on. What do you think? Comment inline whether you prefer 100 or 200.
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100
200
Thanks!❤
~Via
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