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Tired
27 October 2005On life’s centre stage,
I mime and act,
Presenting a facade,
Of what society wants.
In life’s darkest corner,
I run and hide,
I wear a mask,
So no one finds me.
Many a time I grow tired,
Where may I take off the mask?
And get off the stage?
And be myself all over again?
Don’t Ask
on October 28th, 2005 at 3:14 am
Just be yourself.
Congratulation. I see that you are coming over. Northern Irishs speak with a very fast accent, like a train. You will know what I mean when you meet them.