Teddy Bear Scare
I am often described as complacent and quiet.
I am the quaint darling little teddy bear who would never dare start a riot.
I have always been one to take the cruel dirt thrown at me,
to them, a naive people pleaser I will always be.
They belittle my accomplishments and dreams,
ripping and tearing the stuffing out of my gaping seams.
Within, my blood begins to boil, daring me to scream my thoughts out loud.
I bite my tongue out of fear of screaming sinister profanity to the hysterical crowd.
Insults and threats they deserve to hear fill my so called polite brain.
My pounding pure sweet heart convinces me to refrain.
I rapidly wipe my tears away and fake a smile and cower,
if only I had the bravery to regain my needed power.
They keep poking and prodding at the plush cowardly teddy bear,
but when she gets the courage to wake up, they are in for quite the scare.
August 11, 2018
I WISH I HAD THE BALLS TO TELL THEM HOW I REALLY FELT Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
3rd Place
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