Hollywood Show
by Jason C. Clement
© Jason C. Clement
Been looking out the window too long,
These curtains are beginning to look,
Almost as if they had faces;
Lines in the shadows are making me believe,
That someone is watching me,
And for once, I'd rather trade places.
Sad and sorrowful expectations,
Delayed revelations,
"I'm so sorry," confrontations.
I think that if I leave this hate,
I won't find anywhere else to go;
And where's a soul to resonate?
When life is like a hollywood show.
Been looking at my hands too long,
They're starting to look rather thin,
Like a midnight tramp on a dead end street.
All my words are overrated and hollow,
Makes me think and reflect upon,
And eventually admit defeat.
Cold and heartless love,
No God above,
"Fuck you," push and shove.
I think that if I leave this hate,
I won't find anywhere else to go;
And where's a soul to resonate?
When life is like a hollywood show.
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Submission Name: Hollywood Show
