I was playing the part
you created for me.
You expected me to follow
the rules without any rebellions.
When it came to hardship
you didn't even blink once
to blame me for the outcome
not seeing an act you put on
for others to blindly believe in.
I was singing the song
you wrote to me.
You wanted me to serve
the show without any fight.
You closed your ears
whenever there was some
criticism about the performance
as you thought you only came
out with the best of the best.
I was dancing the dance
you choreographed for me.
You needed me to move
the audience without any rest.
Problems were your work's end
'cause you swore yourself to be
the very image of perfection
not wishing for a proper change
if it meant losing the glory.
I was living the life
you pushed me into.
You ordered me to stay
in it without any doubts.
You talked in dreams
taking life as a big wonder
that was there to enchant us
as if going out of that frame
meant to die for nothing.
. . .
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A/N: Okay... I don't exactly know what is the meaning of this but that's the beauty of it; the beauty of writing something that could be and mean anything or nothing at all. Words are magical in that sense. Whatever you find in this, hold it close and never let go. Let the poem build out the stories that need to be told.
Happiest October to you all - autumn is f i n a l l y here!!!
With love,
M.
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