the compliments were gone
away with my faint personality
sentimentally wrong
sensing brutality against me
informality
showing off
glass in my head
different people
dressed differently
voice difference
unfelt in my age class
I decide to rip
my lies open to view
clinching
seeing the the bright hue
cut and fall through
the paper walls
out of the blue i come
compliments are gone
not even self-confident
my problems are a sport
i would do something
but that's the last resort