My Movie Poem by chris schwartz

Again, you shut me out. Closed the door,
Like what I had to say
Was too dark
For you to imagine.
My story
Though hard to watch
Is real
Drew a very small audience
And very large teardrops
From the few
Who could relate.
Never wanted to be famous,
Though I probably could
Have been.
Never wanted to sell tickets
To this horror film.
All I ever wanted
Was to be hugged
By those
Who never understood
And to be kissed
Through the clouds
Of Daybreak.