Poetry of the blogger's hand

Hi everyone

This is the first time in my life I will ever blog something, so I'm really sorry if it's a mess.
Blogging is not something I usually do, but hey, there has to be a first time for everything, not?
This blog might give some inside into my personality, although I hate to do this because I'm quite a closed person.
In this blog and the next few blogs, I will post some poetry and/or songs I wrote when I was maybe 15 years old. Themessage in it might not be recent, but still it might be pleasant to know how I deal or dealt with friendships, love, ... Everything you all have experienced as well ;)

The first poetry is called: Trophy
It can sound quite dramatic, I have to confess, but that's just how I felt at one point in my life. I repeat that this poem and the poems and songs that will be following are many years old, so it's certainly not something I wrote a couple of days ago. I stopped writing poetry because I didn't feel the need to anymore, I had a lack of inspiration and I can't write when people are pushing me to do so. That said: here is 'trophy':

To you, I was nothing more than a trophy.

Something you could adore from time to time.

Something you could put in a closet and

Take a look at when it turned out right.

You were always looking for more.

For more trophies and for making new memories.

I wasn’t worth it anymore to take a look at.

That’s why I was put behind in your closet.

Is it weird to you that I dream of falling down

And tear apart?

Is it weird to you that I dream of the ‘flat line sound’?

Don't be afraid to comment (or to mention a mistake if I made one ;))

See ya!

Jolien