The Next Page Jun. 2012 | Page 42

Look at me

I’m only a body fit

For games

that will never last

My head is only good

For reflecting a soccer ball

But that guy over there

Nothing gets past him

No problem escapes him brain

No discussion misses him answers

If only I could be him

I am

Surrounded by people

Suffocated by voices

Suppressed by the role cast.

I’m most lonely

in this crowded room

These people only like an object

They only want this idea

Who cares for me?

No one

One day

they will all leave

One day

this will all be over

One day

things will be better

But look at that kid

No one

becomes Brutus to her

Peace and silence

Not drowning in this pageant

If only I could be her

A mask

Decorated over the years

Jewels and mirrors

Sequins and sparkles

My mask has become

An elaborate design

My mask has been

my loyal friend

Hiding

The bruises and scars The bruises and scars

Hiding the truth of my life

Now look at that girl over there

The net is thick below her

She could never fall

She could never get burned

If only I could be her

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