Life is a show
All the world's our stage.
Dance your way through on the tips of your toes,
Sing your song to tell others of your troubles.
Wear your mask so none may see,
The real struggle inside of thee.
We pain ourselves
To maintain appearance,
We rant and rage of our burdens
To be shared by all.
Or, instead,
We keep it locked in our head,
Hidden to die
As we strive to pass it by.
Yes, this life is an awful show,
A tale of burden,
Misery,
And woe.
Don't you see?
None of us are free.
In bondage to image,
Others,
And sanity.
Nowhere can we turn
To turn ourselves free
The contracts binding
As the secrets we keep
Bogged down in a whirl of chaos and lies
Doing all we can just to survive.
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A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time
RandomThis book is a collection of loosely organized ramblings - they resemble poems, but aren't structured to be poetry. Raw emotions from the thoughts and life experiences that afflict an average girl's everyday life, these are unfiltered, and as authen...
