don't let them see you smile
awkward and gangling limbs that trip
you slip up, spill stuff, blush and slip twice
you kiss your hand, you practice in the mirror,
but the fear of interactions grow so
you curse, you smirk, you show them your best
best of what? imitations?
of self respect?
go through life in such a blur,
teenage years felt so bitter sweet
searching for the constant nature of the beast,
and craving self validation
what do you seek, little adventurer?
is it adulthood that you chase?
while you're after something more than youth,
don't let that imagination go to waste.
© Danielle Willard, 2018. All rights reserved.