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Jun 2019
This paradise I found
is within myself
Every time I dance and shout
I close my eyes and I’m who I want to be

When I open them
I’m not sure who’s in front of me
I knew all along that I was faking it
By pretending to be what everyone else wanted
I lost part of me in the making of it

I close my eyes and I’m who I want to be
Now if I could only get people
to listen to me
instead of seeing what they only want to see

some fantasy
created in their minds
for their own pleasure
not caring whether it has any grain of truth
The hell I pay for not listening to myself
A black bare stage of selfish wealth
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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