"SPOTLIGHT"

I stand before you with a smile on my face,
Yet you do not know the demons I face.
I put up so many walls just to hide my pain,
Hood up, face down.

Sometimes I feel I'm going insane,
But then I remember the reason I am here,
To achieve and succeed.

But their expectations and pressure are dragging me six feet under.
After all, I am not still a child, I wonder.
Forced to be good,
Forced to work harder than others.

Don't they know my mind is not yet fully developed?
Yet they want me to stand before millions.
Am I not saying I am scared?
Am I saying I want to be me,
I need to be me.

I'm tired of being in front of the spotlight.
Everyone is acting like I'm a star light.
I don't want the fame 'cause my life's not the same.
I remember the good old days.

They weren't great,
But at least I got to be me.
Nothing much was expected of me,
And I got to be free.

But now every mistake I make is watched and talked about
By the masses.
Stories unfold, time passes.

The only place I feel free,
The only place I feel like me,
Is in the darkness hidden within me.

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