Mr. Showman
you’re mr. showman;
please the crowd,
make them cheer
at the spotlight you forced on me
but I refuse to be your puppet
i took your hand
for you saw the real me
yet if you did see me
why is real me trapped
in your tornado of
uncomfortable fondness
oh mr. showman
did I hurt your ego?
I refuse to be your puppet
I refuse to be your puppet
YOU ARE READING
lost poetry
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Pa...
