My Part

I'm the one behind the curtain. 

The stagehand. 

Hidden, you'll never see me,

I'm invisible.

But my job is not to be seen. 

Not to be cared or wondered about. 

It's to lay out the set,

For the important people. 

You don't see, you don't care to see. 

Nobody does. 

They play the role of a hard life,

While I live it. 

It's right where I fit,

Like a price of their blind puzzle. 

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