I feel I am on stage
I feel them watching me
I can’t leave this performance yard
But why do they have to stay?
Can’t they see I want them away?
Can’t they see I don’t want to play?
Why wont they just leave me alone?
There are some things I don’t want them to know
They see me whatever I do
They hear every word I speak
I’m at the mercy of their plan
My dairy is in their hands
Sounds turn to screams
At my pain they laugh
I’m hear to entertain
A puppet without a brain
They amuse themselves with my blunders
They snicker at my romance
To them my soul’s a plaything
In this wicked nightfall dance
I throw a stone
They toss it back
It’s all the same
Life reflects itself in everyway
I’m a mirror of emotions
A thousand small shards of glass
They see of reflection of me
Every time they watch me pass
They don’t understand
Just let me be!
How can I lock myself away
When they hold they key?
But I know I’m just the same
A seeing soul, a slave to sight
Judgment lives in every heart
If only love could play its part
No privacy
No neutrality
No compassion
No untainted minds
All life is just one big show
No audience remains
Performers score each other against themselves
Believing only their ways are right
Like towers in the wind we teeter
Fragile and delicate
Our own beliefs begin to sway
I wonder, was it meant to be this way?
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