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Jul 2014
I am a a toy in your hands.
A novelty to dance and sing.
The fool on stage to quote a line or two and smile away at you.
But the curtain draws and the toy grows old.
I walk the empty stage and the audience has left, leaving silence, the loudest of sounds.
When the costume is off and the truth of me is shown. I hang my head in shame and long to vanish into nowhere.
Perhaps it is just a paranoia but it leaks into my core and I don't know where to hide when I cannot hide from myself.
Perhaps I fear the toy will one day lose its shine and become another dusty figurine hanging on the wall with the rest of those who live in grey.
I hope not.
BarelyABard
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