Quietly screaming of desperation,
"I wonder who will see my show tonight?"
If only I could find my way
through the shadows,
they're like lofty stage curtains.
I'm fighting to make my way off the stage, but
the audience is watching,
always there to applaud.
I'm discovered by their appreciation
And that keeps me dancing, dancing...
"Was I made to feel so naked?"
Life always feels like a show,
but the curtain never closes.
Suddenly I stopped and looked closer...
"If I am on stage,
why are they the ones wearing the masks?"
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Submission Name: Before death greets you.
