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Only Me
There are no cameras in my face
to capture my expression.
No audience to gaze, mouth wide open in silence,
as a tear trickles down their cheek.
There is only me. Alone. As always.
You cannot feel my expressions, nor my thoughts,
only what I give to you in words, on paper, written.
There is no narrator to deliver my thoughts, to sum up my life
with exulting plots.
It is reality, and such a sad song I sing.
But there is no triumphant symphony at the end of my day.
No song to pluck the emotions from your heart.
Only silence.
At the end of my day, there are no credits.
No symphonies, only silence.
No audience.
Only me.
