The Crowd, Which is Ruining You
Rachel Hubbard
Illinois
There you were—
in the middle of a crowd.
CROWD:
a mixture of fishnets, piercings, died hair and falseness
wrapped around you like a blanket.
They talk, they laugh, they scream and flirt
and you smile fakely as you play along,
blending in, although you really don't belong.
So out of place in this crowd
that is so very loud.
Smooth back your hair so you don't look scared.
Don't know where to put your hands—
eyes wild and lost
hang onto your cross,
and hope you don't break.
FAKE:
It surrounds you,
overwhelms you,
and you are one of them.
It's funny cause you always said you hated crowds,
yet you are always in them now, somehow.
Touch me with your phony gaze,
your smile is so fake.
Try to touch me yet I turn away,
'cause your eyes have stayed the same.
I wonder how you could change so quickly
into what you used to hate.
Just like all the rest
and it's not even a test.
So scared to be the real you,
have to hide beneath a trenchcoat of blue.
But it won't hide the real you—
not your hair, piercings, or your Manson shirts,
'cause your eyes still seem to work.
DAMN YOU.
Step into those wonderful brown eyes and see the light,
see the pain, the anger, and the fight.
You know what you're doing
and it's killing you.
Crucify it, tear it to bits—
let the real you shine on through.
Show me the innocence you once possessed,
the love you once had.
Let it all shine right on through.
But you just smile so fakely, pretend not to see me,
as you pass through the halls so quickly.
The crowd overwhelms you,
and you are far, far away from me.
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