My poem
The Forsaken of the Dance
(Inspired by Becca Eckert)
Masquerade of virtues
A continuous dance of lies
Dancing upon our tiptoes
Wary to take a wrong step
A constant aura of deceit
A ballroom of imposters
Masks are poised, dress formal
Anxiety fills the atmosphere
May I join the dance?
Take part in the jubilant antics?
For this night so cool and dark,
I fear, may be my last
I raise my mask and walk inside
I feel your gazes upon me
I do not belong, I hear you say
I do not fit into the crowd
My dance is as graceful as yours
And my laugh is just as joyous
Yet you tore apart my image
And I lay broken on the marble floor
Why must you break me?
Why must you hurt me so?
My prediction, it seems, was correct
This night shall be my final
I shall never forgive
I shall never forget
How could you forsake me?
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That right there took a while to write... I wrote it and then had to change some stuff. I wrote it because some people in this world just don't seem to realize that other people having feelings too. Why do we have to ignore others for no reasons? Because of their friends? Because of their age? Because of the things they do? Some people need to seriously wake up. I hope one day they realize that.