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Behind the stage, I stare
At the blank tile where I'm standing
As an ensemble, I got the nightmare
Of people's bad commenting
Behind the stage, I believe
That every cast might be
The one standing to live
The life of a main character amazingly
Behind the stage, I grinned
At my glowing headdress,
When the place is dimmed
I promised, "Someday, I'll have a different dress."
Behind the stage, I dreamt
The spotlight is on my presence
I shall feel where I went
People will look at my essence
Behind the stage, I woke
From my deepest thoughts
I held my character as hard as Oak
And then I whispered, "Someday."
Behind the stage, I smiled
As soon as I got back behind the stage
I'm done today and I want to be wild,
I want to be an antagonist in rage
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YOU ARE READING
Rhythmic
Poetry𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙞𝙘 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "Not all things in life rhyme with your will."
