In front of a crowd
I am hidden
Completely composed
Stoic
Standing there
Contemplating what's about to come
When it starts
First the words are coming out of my mouth
Veiled, as if in hiding
A secret I want to keep locked inside
My heart shaped box
But then they begin to flow
Like rivers
Coming out, one after the other and then another
Wanting to break free
From what's kept them in for so long
Here with these faces staring back at me
I am a nut
Whose shell the eyes of the people
Smashed
Destroyed
Shattered
Till I am completely transparent
My insides exposed
Like a photograph when it is first developed
And you can finally see the image forming
Grain by grain, word by word
Coming to life
As if I am reborn
Here, in front of the crowd
I go from just a girl
To being me
**This poem is about a poetry reading I had to do (my first ever) for which I was very nervous about but then turned out to be a lot better than I had expected.
