Lies by Society - Thishe Bennett

"There will come a day when:

the glitz, the fashion, and all of the chaotic compassion  

will turn into fame and passion." 

 

"There will come a day where you will eagerly shout my name."

"There will come a day where you see me go on my merry way."

 

Do I have a strong belief that the day will ever come? 

Not even in the slightest, but I must keep pushing through. 

 

Do I have that No. 1 fan? 

Hopefully, I do, because, if I didn't, my story would be lost and hidden from you. 

 

There will come a day for even the slightest bit of compassion, 

but for me, it seems like it will never come calling. 

 

There will be my day to shine but until then, 

I will continue to steadily rise within my knick of time. 

 

My shine will shine as I hide my despair but make my depression continue to glisten. 

 

My shine will shine as my cry for help, even in a thunderstorm. 

 

My shine will shine as my insecurities, even if I try to hide them, 

keeping them safe and secret from the world to see. 

 

My shine will not be shown to be compassionate, 

but it will shine as my blood mixed with ink and tears on my paper.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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