I want to be a trophy.
Not a certificate, not a medal
but a trophy.

I want to be a trophy,
So that I can nestle in close
With the other achievements.

I want to hide from the critics
dancing along my brain,
behind the shiny engraved metal plate.

I want to be a trophy,
with not too much attention,
but not too little.

My life as perfect as
Goldilocks with the little bear’s porridge

Don’t say you recognise me,
from when I was human.
Don’t talk to me, for I will not reply.

Don’t pressure me or be unkind,
or else my false gold paint will break
and I will be a dark depressed soul.

I am going to be a trophy
and you will feel envy.

By Beth