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.
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