Tag: insecurity

A Guilty Production

My mother asks,

what did you do today?

Nothing or not enough,

I brace for impact

No work, no pay

Makes me a lazy girl.

I work but don’t exercise

Exercise but bad diet

Incomplete and obese

Big brained but disappointing bod

I’m anxious about the sun

Of time ticking by

I’m too young to be any good

Too busy with wasting time

I want to be a producer

Just like that broadway play

Crafting stories not excuses

To be passionate and gay

I want a vocation, a calling

A career with adequate pay

I want to be complete

At least that what my mother would say

Glass Door

In my heart lies a glass door

Behind it lies a demon

pretending to be a saint

Her room, blood red

adorned with pictures

A secret hall of fame

Different emotion, different frame

She won’t stop herself from going

Better broken than dead

Where can’t she go?

Earth to Heaven,

Joy rides past Hell

Don’t you dare trust her

She’s too much for her own good

Her emotions lead to ruin

Her frailty spells doom

Cracks beneath the surface

It’s a plain fragile thing

my heart is a glass door

I keep it protected

trapping my demon inside

I keep it padlocked and hidden

This glass door of mine

Treat it like buried treasure

Heart-spoken silicone dioxide