Take your seat,
For the last time,
As the curtain lifts on this tale.
My life was a play to you
And you played me too well.
Directing me on stage through
All my yellow and fresh pages.
These characters whose shoes I filled,
Are not even shadows of who I am,
Only your wrong impressions.
When the curtain falls,
I want you to leave,
There is no more room here for both me,
And your arrogance to breathe.
Hating that I let myself be used,
But I thought you were my life’s muse,
I’ll just have to forgive myself.
The stage lights are lit,
On the truth of it, now,
Not even your grocery flowers will soothe this.
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