I like to think I'm special. I'm the main character of a story, but what if all I am is walking on and off a stage without any glory. Everybody thinks they're special. Destined to say their lines. The crowd roaring for an encore. Their life the definition of refined. Yet her we sit, contemplating whether our friends lead the play or ourselves. Why don't we throw a fit? Fight to be a star and reign above it all on higher shelf? But if we watch it play out, what part do we have: the audience, the stagehand, a playwright? If we perform for someone else, was it worth it to act a different person's life. To deal with the darkness of their worst night. When we have enough trouble of our own.
Still, an actor is known.
The world loves to be entertained. If you love to be the center of attention: the main character. Then, portray every fictional, historical, or traumatic plot until it is the bane of your existence.
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My Heart, My Soul, and My Poems
PoetryA poem is my anger, a haiku is my heart, and a song is my soul that sings to soothe the dying parts. I am as if a puzzle with a missing piece here and there. A paper and pencil is all I need to show you who I am and why I am here. (By the way this i...
