some cheer, some scream, some try to help out of frustration but, all you do is smile and continue your conversation, not paying attention to your pain or of course the voices surrounding your head but instead you sit and argue with people who have no value and think your insane. but you continue anyways screaming nonsence while everyone else waits. just today, because you didnt entertain, they turn away, basically ashamed that you didnt preform my game. i guess its wrong to want a break because, you were the one who created the game, if you try to turn away, stop the game, this will happen everyday they will leave and start to despise the living soul inside your eyes. even if you cry all they see is a pile of lies. they repeatly say that they will see the show tomorrow, and you nod your head and leave to prepare for tomorrows show.
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poems for my identity
Poezjashort poems that help express what i feel when i cant figure it out.
