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Jan 2011
We're living in the actor's age,
the world now serves as one big stage,
people are born, no longer need training,
to change who they are, to perfect entertaining.

The very center of the stage,
tends to act more as their cage.
They're born being told the way to success,
is to act like a character, and hope to impress,
to turn into who others want them to be;
to follow the current of the sea.

They're confined to a cage, yet they've lost themselves,
hope to find what they've lost on the costume shelves.
The spotlight blinds them, stops them from seeing,
who they should be and who they are being.

I am content in the front row,
it's easier to see my glow,
if there's no spotlight, mocking mine,
and dimming my all natural shine.

The front row let's me see what's around,
it's hard to feel lost, when I've already found,
out who i am so long ago,
I stay myself, even though,
those around me tend to change,
with the seasons, rearrange,
who they are and want to be;
to follow the current of the sea.

Not trapped in the cage, I have plenty of room,
to be who I am, and to fully bloom,
into who I am truly meant to be;
the one who strays from the current of the sea.
Breanna Stockham
Written by
Breanna Stockham  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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