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 Playing With Fire by Skye Perfect by Simi SIXTEEN IN SEPTEMBER by Bridgette Chabot New Year's Feast by Joanna Gin Life by Ellie McCutcheon The Muses Number Nine by Dustin V. Brookshire submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Perfect by Simi Blue ribbons line my walls, trophies fill my shelf. Awards from past and present, for just being myself. I dont know how I got this way, or how I've gotten this far. As if I was the one with everything, my family's shining star. Myself is who I am, one thing no one can take. Perfect, smart, and shy, the image I cant shake. I want to get away from it, to go somewhere and hide. Everything that you all see, is nothing that's inside. Tired of the faking, tired of the lies. Tired of the winning, tired of the whys. No one is perfect, or at least so Ive heard. The thought of me being so, is utterly absurd. Why do I go through this, and no one truly cares. Sick of my trying, blind from intense stares. The plaques up on my wall, all books in their case. There are so many high hopes, but my dreams Ive got to chase. If you asked me if I was happy, my answer would be no. Because I could have everything in the world, and yet nothing left to show. |
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