Life
Life is a game
No one wish to play
But they did anyway
Life is a stage
With no willing actors
But they perform anyway
As I stand here
On the edge
I wonder
What am I in this life?
A person?
A daughter?
A friend?
So many roles
So little time
So less chance
It’s so unfulfilling
But it’s also sickening
Like a bitter pill
That I choke upon thinking it will make me feel better
(I feel worse anyhow)
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