Them

A short poem about how the actions of others ("them") influence what we do, juxtaposing a life of fame with a life of rejection.

You'll strike a pose

because it makes them look.

You'll sing a bar

because it makes them smile.

You'll run from the camera

because it makes them want you.

 

I'll doubt myself

because they're not looking.

I'll wake up screaming

because I see them smile.

I'll sit in front of the camera

because they still don't want me

 

 

 

Author's Note

Open for editing :)

Reviews

[Leslie]

Well, the first stanza is ideally about those 'glamorous' people at the forefront of everything, and the second part is a different person entirely who feels like they have been essentially ignored.