Going First
Going first.
So easy it might seem.
It starts feeling like a dream.
It's rattling me from within.
How bad can it be?
Like the calm mellow sea.
Everyone is looking at me.
I feel anxiety.
It doesn't matter to me.
It's time to be.
The one people look to see.
Like a moment of time.
Has been erased from me.
What people see.
I cannot see.
I feel as if it was just a dream.
Even if I wasn't what people looked to see.
It doesn't matter to me.
I feel accomplished within me.
That's all that matters to me.
This poem is about:
Me
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