The audience goes silent As the curtain starts to open There on the stage is a whole other world Maybe one from this galaxy Sometimes from the next But nevertheless the actors preform The characters evolve as the show goes on Then comes the ******, you thought we were done So many twists and turns until a conclusion Oh, the scene is now over The curtains have shut The drama is done These actors take off their makeup But still inside them lives The character they played, the character they once lived.
Your voice floats with a refreshing confidence Directing your own show in front of others Yet, I cannot seem to do the same, when I stand in front of you alone Wobbling with syllables; I feel like I'm learning to talk again making me take a couple steps back; mastering how to communicate, more than what I hope my eyes can convey
Listening on repeat Their heart dancing to the beat Smiles and blushes hearing my voice Wanting to be near me by choice My unstable infectious feelings Makes them think they're dreaming Jumping with glee They couldn't have felt more free
This heart makes its own tune It felt like we were in a sappy cartoon
How many of our smiles are fake? How many of us wish our own lives to take? How many people out there feel alone? Or even worse feel like they are just another clone? How many souls are crying out for another? And how many of them will meet each other? How many loved ones have passed away? How many deal with depression each day? Or another mental illness they carefully hide? How many of you out there are broken inside? How many humans are truly at peace? And just when will that contentment cease? How many of us have cut out our hearts? And destroyed it so no one else could hurt that part? How many of us have watched those we love the most, Change over time into an unrecognizable ghost? How many people have each one of us used? How many words have we said that left others ego bruised? How many friends have we drifted apart from? How many of us are horrified by what we have become? How many goodbyes cut good people open wide? Leaving them gutted by the empty space by their side? How many hours have been wasted by sorrow? How many todays ruined by yesterday or tomorrow? How many questions has mankind really asked? How many people walking by are wearing an ornate mask? How many of us are able to say the smile we don is real? And mean it when we tell another how it is we feel? The answers are only numbers with an unimportant sum, They don't matter because the tragic fact of every last one Is that they all show us our harsh reality; The truth most people cannot accept or see
We'd rather make-believe our lives are as happy As we know they will not ever be
Actually thinking about other people's problems for once..
Why don’t we have show and tell for scars? They are more important than materials we show They show the memories we can’t explain Scars last forever, but memories will eventually fade This world only looks at materials Some things you can’t hold but love more than the things you can Scars show how strong we are Scars show the hardships you lived through Scars show all the mistakes we did Scars show that you got back up again Scars are beautiful so embrace them as you do to your items
I need feedback so please don't hold back I am entering a poetry contest for school and need help