Comforting

I’m trapped

in my own

insecurity

step by step

I become

the world’s property

I have a

split personality

I’m a player

I’m a hippie

Figure me

out

I have a

fear of fame

I’m the

only one

to blame

I have fallen

in the trap and

no one

borrows me

a map

But I’ll find

a way

I’m a private

spirit

isolated

living

my life

alienated

find the truths

to escape

record your worries

on a tape

And throw it

away

 

Bleach

the stripes

then say

goodbye

be an icon

on the sky

allow

everyone to

stare

you’ll reach the top

you will be there

Just don’t fall

again

© Timea Kinga Szûcs

A Poet's Call

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