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How can it be that sorrow is all I feel?
To shut off all that’s real
To play the role yearning for applause
Worth judged only by accolades accorded me

Oh woe is me the drama queen
Something, any little hint that I am not alone
The little box I’ve built for me
Is long since just debris

Now when I feel
And when I move and it seems so real
I crash and burn on waxen wing
To the delight of Ra, the bitter king

Vane and pitiful, Hopeless, lost
So sorry for myself
Hiding in the smiles and jokes
Afraid to face the cost

Where is balance, where is centre
The place where truth lies
Just before it dies

The search for help not quick enough
Another symptom of dire disease
Afraid to stand
So much easier with head in sand

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