Self. Poem by vanessa feliciano

I'm stuck inside a place
that isnt me
all day I'm forced to face
"Let it be"
"Let it be"
Make them all laugh
Be the running joke
Force a feeble smile
turn blankly into smoke
e the series filler
be whats is a loss
be the balled up paper
be easy to toss
be a plain white sheet
be easy to color
be a simple blend
from one end to another
be something translated
be something that makes sense
be the oil in the rig
not the cog stopping steel wrench
be palatable
be quiet
like the clouds
above a riot
be your beauty
be your wealth
but never be your self.