Gravitate

Narrowing sight
Turning back
Rejecting heights
Plunging energy
Closing doors
Shutting down
Escaping fanfares

All came too soon...

Am I too early to gravitate?

I took a bow in glee before a sterning audience fazed, sornful faces
Uncared by puzzled eyes, for a moment I became free
Unabashedly exiting the cold stage of social warmth
I started embrasing myself and felt congratulated.

I was not purposed to justify my unpleasantry,

Nor existed to be starred.

I am simply created to be infinitely scarred

and be intermittently unscarred.