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Short Life of a Streamer

March 12, 2015
By DreamyNightmare SILVER, Lincoln Park, Michigan
DreamyNightmare SILVER, Lincoln Park, Michigan
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My fragile body gets torn apart
as you rip me to shreds.
Piece by piece, I crumble.
You punch a staple through my heart.

I hang by my neck.
I have no nerve, but I still feel the pain
of my feet dangling above the ground.
People reach out and I think they’ll help,
but they yank and I float to the floor like a cobweb

I am merely just eye candy.
You hang me, throw me around,
only to toss me away in the end.
I am a decoration for your social needs.

You deem me worthless,
as if I am dust in the breeze.
You stomp on me when I fall
and make me feel dejected.
Deep down, though,
I know I am beautiful.
I deserve more than what I am worth.


The author's comments:

Persona poem about a party streamer. 


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