Televised

I am

Televised.

Broadcast to the masses.

Watched by eyes that

Catch each smile

And turn them inside out.

You analyze the tightening

Of my eyes

A stiffening jaw.

While I wait for the sign

That says

I can drop my plastic act.

 

I am

Broadcasted.

And as the cameras roll

I whisper to the darkness

Behind the flashing lights

 

‘Can’t feel my lungs

Anymore.’

Reviews

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This is interesting, when I read it I can really relate it to my psychosis when I felt like I was watched inside and out. But that's nothing to do with anything. Nice poem, I like the style