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I Am a Mime

October 22, 2009
By dreamyface77 SILVER, New London, Connecticut
dreamyface77 SILVER, New London, Connecticut
8 articles 70 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson

I am a Mime, that is trapped in a box
With no one to listen to the pain of my thoughts
My cries go unheard and are turned into shouts
Not long before they are turned into doubt, wether life is worth living or wether I'd be better without

This black and white paint that I spread on my face, is not here to put the people I meet in their place
It is my call to be heard above all the rest
To be heard as the brightest the strongest the best
It is a call so enchanting that if it could only be heard it would lure with the essence of hope that it holds

My story it longs to be told
But doesn't own a voice that will cary it far enough to be heard

Am I invisible, like a window
can you see right through me
Still you expect me to show you the truth, but I'm hiding in secrecy because of you
Never appreciating the things I do
How I walk, talk or even look
I never took your attention
You never took the time to listen
So now I refuse to speak
All you hear is this beat
A reflection of the voice inside of me
The anger
The rage
I refuse to perform on life's stage as your puppet
I'd rather be a mime
Trapped in the maze of my mind
Escape from times like these
I question
To be or not to be

The author's comments:
Originally I had written this just for the fun of it. But a week or two after I used it as my audition for a play at my theater group. I didn't get the part I auditioned for, but I got a even better part so I didn't care. In our play there was a boy who had gone mute. So he didn't talk, but he also never responded with any visual motions. So I was dressed like a mime and had to show his feelings and reactions. Contrary to mimes not talking, I also resited this poem at the climax of the play. I won a Outstanding Writers award for it.

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