You get that feeling like you're ready to present in front of thousands.
You stand there, not sure what to say, but you knew if you thought of something it would be all wrong.
But see, my life is a little different,
I do bad things, because I want to be seen in front of thousands,
Hear my name being tossed around in the crowd,
Make people scowl when it's said, like it shall never be said again.
I want to be avoided, pushed out of the dome, be the only outsider.
I don't want what's good, I want what others run away from.
To be perfect, is my only fear.
I really love this poem(again)! I seem to like all of your poems.
ReplyDeleteIn this poem, it seems as if the speaker is really running away from everyone else's idea of perfect, and trying to find who they really are, no matter what others think. Almost like they will do anything not to be like all the chattering people-the very people they hate. It also sounds like the speaker is asking others to join them.
I have to say, I would join them. However, if everyone joined them, then that would be the new 'perfect', the thing that everyone else strives to be. Therefore, I get the feeling that the speaker of the poem would just keep avoiding eeveryone else's idea of perfection.
Great poem!