am i a good dancer?
Will I always be a performer without a stage? A crooked smile, wide eyes, and anger vibrating my entire body. They say I am a good dancer but this is just my bones quaking from fear, moving my muscles, moving my flesh, do you think it's sexy? To watch me break down like this?
i don't have an aura
I don’t have an aura I am incandescent, heated be sheer willpower to push through these walls always caving in on me, I sit at my lab, scientific method pouring through my fingertips, realizing that every question always leads back to another question. Why does life seem superficial? How can something so temporary, satisfy a soul searching for an ocean’s worth of depth?
Sorry for my jittery eyes laced with billowy tears , When I said I was tired I meant more than missing sleep, My feelings have been finicky lately and my thoughts are earsplitting How barbarous can my mind be to convince me that my essence is repulsive to everyone who breathes my air A sweltering flurry of emotions isn't enough, my mind makes my bones convulse, break, and turn to dust. I can only hope that when my stardust turns to a being already thought of, that venomous quandaries don't keep them up at night when they should be shining instead of dimming.