Judged Again
by Dara Velasco
The crowd pushes me
beyond my comfort zone
You know that I
rather be alone
Than be in a sea of
disgruntled strangers
In my head I count
the unforeseen dangers
They make me fake a happy
face
As if that is always
the case
What I really want to
do, is run to the corner
Where I will feel
much safer
People might say that
I am recluse
But it is what I
chose
Over the disorienting
public
Because sometimes
they just make me panic
I hold my breath and
count to ten
And then I’d be ready
to be judged again
Sometimes the
naysayers accomplish their aim
Sometimes I take the
claim
I take my silent
victory cheer
Despite the
resounding jeer
When the curtains are
down and the shows over
I’d know that I am an
ounce braver
For I had the courage
to face prying eyes
And the perpetrators in
disguise
Photos from this amazing artist : Camelia-07 (click the name and your off to see her other amazing works)
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