I’ve stood on the stage for my entire existence
The constant strain and proper persistence
Has not put an end to my hollow subsistence
Yet has strengthened the pull of my futile resistance
Proper and on display is how I’ve been always
I’d like to slink in the shadows and play there some days
The techies are ominous with their emotional ways
But they nod to me knowingly with a black hearted gaze
My father he told me I’m young and I’m twisted
For seeking that life, my cheek he then kissed it
My days I know are numbered and listed
But I can’t help but thinking it’s gone and I missed it
Freedom adventure and all that’s in between
I can’t even describe all the wonders I’ve seen
As I sing my solemn solo I am quite keen
To the fun I have missed as a teen drama queen
this was an asignment for skool so not neccesarily my personal thoughts...
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