Poems from gremlin514
On stage,
bright lights.
hushed voices,
it's opening night.
I project my voice,
and I sing along,
on stage, I know
that's where I belong...
Behind the curtain,
under the bed,
harrassed and rejected;
I'm already dead.
I'm not confused,
I know who I am.
And on the inside,
I am...
Social anxiety,
Soft-spoken and shy.
I'm afraid of people
and this is why
I write:
To be heard.
I write:
To feel.
I write to know
I'm...