On Being and What Others Believe

Stuck here, like a star in the sky, long since dead, and failing to shine. Who wants to be forgotten ? The words taste foul in my mouth, yet they come and come again. Now it is a sin, among the others. Making up every word, add a gesture and a smile. Twisting fate till it is mine, all mine ! Am I to young to have lost faith in everything ? When the smiles in return are gone, all that remains is my words echoing alone in my ear.