And So Goes The Play

~*~

I'm so sick of being used and ignored.

People only talking to me because they'er bored.

Sick of life,

Sick of being moored.

I want to sing,

And dance,

But people don't know me, won't give me a chance.

They think me a freak,

Because I have no friends.

Even in my sleep,

The nightmare does not end.

Endless torment,

In the end of days,

Then the curtain closes,

And so goes the plays,

Inside my head,

And under my bed,

Like the bogeyman in the land of the dead.