Does it bother you that I like attention?
I’m only human, after all.
I see the look of disgust and judgement on your face,
As you hear me laugh a bit louder
Or talk a pitch higher,
Just to get noticed.
You’ve had no problems with attention.
It’s been generous to you.
Attention follows you everywhere
Like cattle egret around ccattle
You’re bread and people are your butter.
I’ve had to work for my attention
So, pardon me for all my efforts.
I’m sorry if I try too hard.
Look away if I don’t please you enough ,
You only leave me craving more.
And don’t give me that look.
I’m not an attention whore .
Her eyes used to be the place I looked in to find innocence.
Her eyes; they were bright with pure, unadulterated innocence.
But she grew up.
And the more her eyes saw,
The more her innocence fled.
Her eyes are the place I look in
And experience epiphanies.
She had seen so much
So much that now her eyes tell stories
Stories that she wouldn’t – and couldn’t – share.
Stories that she wishes she never knew.
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When all I needed was a friend
But I was too scared to ask for one,
I built up walls
To protect me from this cold, cold world.
But you came along and broke these walls,
Piece by piece.
You became a source of warmth
A protection from the cold reality that was life.
And then you left,
Without bothering to build the walls back.
Didn’t you think that I’ll be left shivering
From all this cold?
Do thoughts of the future,
The fear of what to come,
Ever cause shivers down your spine?
All my problems stand in my way
Indestructible iron walls
But I’ll keep trying
I’ll put my armor on
And I’ll push forward
I will watch these walls fall down like cards
And they’ll shatter like glass
Into fine, fine powder.
They tell us not to judge a book by its cover;
That true beauty lies beneath the surface.
Then why do they judge me by what they see?
Why do they not bother to scratch the surface and then proceed to look beneath to see the real me?
Perhaps my surface is too hard to break through;
Perhaps they think that beneath my surface is more surface.
She laughs so loudly
And smiles so widely.
She turns her pain into poetry
And her past into art.
She dances without shame
And sings without fear.
Who is she?, you may ask.
She is me in the future;
She is my muse.Daily Prompt
‘You’re safe’, I tell myself
They can’t find you here
Cry yourself to sleep if you choose
They cannot judge you here.
‘Chin up, princess ‘
I can hear Him talking to me now
‘Don’t be scared anymore,
My arms will forever be your sanctuary ‘.
I lift up my eyes to His face
I can now feel truly safe
Finally, I have found refuge
Here, in my father’s open arms.