Relativity of the Mask
I forgot this place
full of hypocrites
and people who preached
the so called truth.
I think I drifted apart
from the rest of this
God-awful shelter.
Slap me to wake me
and bring me home with
the fire that was lost
from my green eyes
because I'm sorry
that i left, I needed to
find me, and not me
but this actor, who
pretends to be me is here.
I'll take off my mask and bow
one final time, for i think
my audiences liveliness is
dying but still I'll go along and
rehearse to put on another show.
Copyright © Kelcey Myers | Year Posted 2007
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