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Looking at my reflection I can see
Much more than you can while looking at me
You just see happiness laughter and glee
You see pure sunshine but none of the rain
I want to ride this wave
All the way to shore –
Back to the ocean of our youth,
Back to the wild crests
And the tempests we navigated
I locate my mask and I begin to play
I act out the part given to me,
But it’s I alone who takes the stage
The theatre is large, it carries the world.
“You’re not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence…”
Blared loud into eardrums
Eardrums of an emotionally unhinged fourteen year old boy
