This Play

November 9, 2011
By JinnaA.K.ANinja BRONZE, Columbus, Texas
JinnaA.K.ANinja BRONZE, Columbus, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"A verse is not written, it is bled, out of the poets abstract head. Words drip on the poem on the page, out of his grief, delight and rage" - Blood On The Dance Floor

I have opened my eyes,
But I still cannot see,
I cannot see what I was meant to be,
Was I born to be a tortured soul?
Or to be a broken dream?
In this play, what is my role?
Our lives are like a play,
People are always acting,
But in every play there is one true person,
A person who plays the role of who they truly are,
I will be one of those people,
I will not hide behind a mask,
I will show my true colors,
Are you one of them?
If not will you try?
Try to show yourself and not care what they think?
My play is over... The curtains have closed...
Now its time to see what the true life holds...

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