Please Be Real

Thoughts before prom last year. I'm trying writing again, we'll see how this goes.

Prom. Tonight.

Please be real

I am almost grown

Yet I feel like a child

Not because

I never had sex

Or did drugs

Or even learned to drive

Just more and more of the time

I feel hollow

Safe and Protected

But empty

No substance to prove years

For its all been corroded away

By an all encompassing depression

Trying to turn me

Into a cold shell of what

Could be

Used to be

So I try to compensate

Using things

Material things

Shallowly anchoring myself

To this reality

Mimicking living  

Using vanity

Pretty Makeup

Glitzy Dresses

High heels in a ballroom

So I can simulate-

No, so I can really feel again

I am almost grown

Please be real

Author's Note

God I haven't written poetry in ages, I love reviews and help improving