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Born to this Stage
04/06/06

Before I know,
The curtains rose;
I'm on this stage,
Which I never chose.

No one applauds,
I seemed forgotten;
I was never given the script,
Only to stand looking rotten.

Then I see everyone,
People I know;
The ones that I eye everyday,
But they seem so cold.

There are people fighting,
About what I've become;
Fighting about the past,
About what they could've done.

I opened my mouth wide,
Something came out;
It was a lie,
Behind a masked, conniving shout.

I thought I could've done better,
But this was it;
I played my part on stage,
Not what I wanted I admit.

Now everyone is happy
Everyone but myself
The audience begun clapping,
For something I'm not.

--Screwed

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