Life is just a worthless role that I am doomed to play, Sorrow tugs my puppet strings and turns my heart to grey. I stand upon the stage alone, as darkness taints my brain. A face for every circumstance, a mask for every pain. When the final curtain draws, my tale will not live on, My words will have no meaning, when I'm dead and gone.
Reason for writing:
A poem that I had manifested during the depths of my despair.
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