Center of Attention
You can be only so broken,
And only so loud,
Before they stop looking.
Or they’ll look away.
You don’t need them anyway, right?
It’s OK, kiddo,
I’ve been there.
You wouldn’t think it
To look at me
But I’ve been lots of places.
They don’t understand.
You don’t understand.
I do though. I understand as well as anyone could.
Some things, I probably understand better than you.
I know I look like someone fenced in, tame,
And that you think I never skated free.
You think me unaware of how things be.
I’d like to posit that you lack the frame
To understand the way my life has been.
I might have seen more than you’ve yet to see,
And even — in my time — been on a spree.
My past belies my current placid mien.
You
Didn’t quite
Ask
What I had
Done
For you before
I
Knew you were
A
Thrill-seeker.
Believe me, I remember what it was like to do it all for the spotlight.
