A player

A player

A Poem by Sarah

Sometimes it's one of those days where
You don't really know where you stand
You're thrown into a world of shame 
And curtains and masks covering up real facts
So you don't know how to act

You are a seeker of truth in a sea of performances
Imitators and clowns wearing a frown seeking romance
Because nothing is as the tv screen, the way life proceeds
To give you what you need whenever you seek it

No, life is a poet who doesn't hear your request for help
And you live and you get, it's all you need to forget
But the truth lies underneath so you get upset
I long for the day we all just face
The truth and reflect

I am just an observer, I never wanted to be a player
I pretend and I play by the rules but once I roll the dice
The game is through
It isn't a need for escape but the need of freedom that I obsessed
Over, I can't help it but I wish someone near could understand it

Please don't take it badly
I don't criticize your guts I know it is unhealthy
As we all live and learn and smoke the residue of our dirty breeze
You rush to get to a point only to return to the same s**t
But we all play the game together until you get pushed to the limit

The race is gone, you carry on and wonder why didn't I just let myself be me?

© 2018 Sarah


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Added on September 20, 2018
Last Updated on September 20, 2018
Tags: sad, depression, relatable, anxiety, life, wish, dreams, mind, beauty, poetry

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