I do
A Poem
Is it your blissful face or a facade,
That’s meant to keep away annoying strangers?
They don’t see through and always fall behind.
They can’t keep up with your chaotic nature.
How can you stand that no one gets the point?
Or when they do - they disappear right after.
Perhaps, they sense that somehow it could work,
Although if not, you’ll be the worst disaster.
What if it’s the artistic way?
To suffer and create to please the crowd.
Ignore all sentiments and hide away
Trading your soul for projects you have founded.
Will you persist or will you try to learn
How to become a neat convenient half?
Or what to sacrifice in order to transform
Being too much to have into enough.
Will you take chances with someone who fell for you?
Accepting status you no longer can avoid.
Turning content and muttering “I do”
To someone spotting depth, but not the void.
