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Acting and Playing
December 13, 2011
I'm like why.
Are we seriously going to play this game?
Act like everything is alright?
Act like everything is okay?
Act like everything in the past didn't happen?
Act...
I can't act anymore.
My grand performance is over,
My spot light has been cut off.
I'm so sick of this game.
My last turn has been take,
I rolled the dice for the last time,
I placed my last card down.
What can't you understand about this?
Have I not made myself clear?
Can't you just leave me alone?
Haven't you already done enough to me?
I can't act anymore,
I can't play this game anymore,
I don't have it in me to.
© Ashley D., Philadelphia, PA
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AsyaCheyenne BRONZE said...
on Jan. 7 2012 at 12:37 pm
Wow *applause* I can really relate, I love it
recurring_resilience SILVER said...
on Jan. 7 2012 at 11:26 am
I love your poem. The whole concept of a "game" has always intrigued me! You portray it so nicely well done!
NightGoddess17 PLATINUM said...
on Jan. 7 2012 at 11:21 am
i love this, and the whole message it brings aroaa!!! great job wonder!! :) keep up the amazing writing!!! :)
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