In I walk
VIP to the screening
The room dims
The genre is debatable
Images flicker by
Telling the story that is my life
Wouldn't believe it had it not been for the fact that I'm in it
The feelings that this movie makes me feel probably wouldn't make sense
On the screen, you see smiles, laughs, and peace
I see pain, anger, sorrow, loneliness, and confusion
That one.... is on the screen and how I'm feeling watching
Watching as the movie repeats itself day in and day out
Wondering where's the climax
Where's the end
Where does it end
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