No Filter No Door

Location

Behind closed doors...

That can mean so many things

Who are you?

When no one is looking

When no expectations are placed on you?

Authenticity is such a hard thing

To find in a world like ours

When it seems to be that sincerity

and being Real is taken for granted

and unwanted within society

but I will lay my soul bare

for those willing to look

to see

what real authenticity means.

I have bags under my eyes that are deeper

Than the blue of the midnight sky

that reflect the Restless nights

Overthinking and stressing

About becoming a failure.

My worst fear is rejection

and it hinders me so until

I can force myself to even 

Speak up in class.

I am a lover without someone to love

and so I have turned bitter

but I still strive to be kind.

I will always strive to be better

I fear to be stagnant.

I fear I will never see the world.

I fear I will become a papergirl

Flimsy, with no structure or depth.

I am a dreamer who

is not Sure she can

survive Reality.

But most of all I am a girl

Who just wishes to leave a mark

On a world that is no longer

willing to recieve.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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