Into the Crowd
The voices mount their cavalierly titles
Marching towards the ever crumbling tower of hope
Seeking out the destitute visage of my doubt
The nucleur core of my growing insecurities
Trying to break what's been cracked
Soiling what's been renewed,
And I
For the love of me
Stand at the gate
Speaking loudly to all and none
Yelling to be heard
Needing to be heard
Whispering to be sound
Where voice is found.
I
The nerd in the front of the class
With eyes lowered like Saturday night standards
Beats her chest with silent fists
Standing at the broken gates
Fending off any who so much as wish to break her spirits
Who so much as try to deny her flame
And strangle her dreams,
I
She
Last picked to play
First asked to stay
Wilts in their winter-like glare
Whilst willowing in the tilt of spring
Waiting to finally blossom
Or at least grow wings.
I am she
The girl hidden in the ever growing cacophony
Standing in the crowd
Drowning in the sound.