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Someone Else’s

Act

By Joy ErgangPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Getting tired of this act I’m putting on.

Always having a mask readily available to put on a show.

Ridden with guilt if I don’t get the script just right by the onlookers who haven’t even read it.

Chasing dreams of someone else’s foolish ambitions.

I don’t even know who I am or where to start.

Embroiled in a battle that isn’t even mine to fight.

Afraid of intimacy since it’s a difficult fire to tame.

Starting to isolate myself so I don’t get tainted by the cruelties of the world.

Constantly having to live up to expectations that have been forever burning me out.

Serving a life sentence of a different sort for a crime I did not commit.

Erupting when I reached my limit without personally realizing it.

Wanting the pain and scars to go away.

I’m ready to let go of the suffering, yet it’s not ready to let go of me.

I’m only occupying an empty shell of someone else’s aimless desires.

Giving up when I know I still have some strength to carry on.

Done wasting my energy on being constantly drained without the chance of regenerating.

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Joy Ergang

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