Kate Poem

Feet planted firm, they call you stoic, solid, grounded

Every minute a performance, the clown or the boss

You lose yourself but at least you are surrounded

Live off their praise, approval keeps the cracks small

You sing a happy song and they can’t hear past the sound

In the light you are gilded, every parent’s pride

In the night you are gelded but they never see that side

Because you drown it and choke back any feeling

 Hide from yourself as you rot at the core

Every moment of happiness feels like stealing

And you know the collection’s coming soon

You stand ready, waiting for the catatonic state to begin

And lay back, loathing your built in sin


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