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The Orchestra


I’m a shell of who I was

I'm just an actor in this performance

I dance to the music of my sweet sorrows

But the stage is still empty

 

I am the Director

I am the Actor

I am the Audience

And I am the Stage

 

Clap for my performance

Ballet shoes stained red

This may be my final dance

Let's make it a masterpiece

 

I am the Orchestra

The stage is burning black

I will play till the end

For I will go down with the Show.

 
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Hello! Just a 16 year old girl with ADHD who occasionally writes stuff. Most of my poems are from freshman year; currently a Junior and still writing!!

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