For the Camera

Flashlights, cameras.
Microphones, pap.
Carpets, ‘Step and Repeat’.
Pose, Move, Pose.

Theres hardly any self,
All in it for the camera.
The counterfeit emotions,
The fake, un-happy smiles.

Nominations, wins.
Trophies, speeches.
Crowds, applause.

No one to care sincerely.
All in it for the camera.
For what are all these accolades for?
When not a soul knows what genuinely makes you happy.

Interviews, Promos.
Magazines, Television.
Household name.
Bucks, fame.

To be honest, whats the point?
All in it for the camera.
When I can’t express the anxiety or misery I feel.
Are you just using me? My talents?
Do you truly care? Or would you forget me,
If I were to hiatus for a year or two?
Show me. Treat me. Love me.

My name’s Gianine. I’m 17. I love writing poetry.This is one of the poems I recently composed. I would really be pleased if you could come and check our some of the other ones and tell me what you think. Thank you for reading. xo


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