At day I am just me.
Boring, plain and restrained.
I am forced to smile.
Even when I want to cry.
But at night,
I am completely different.
I am happy, talented and free.
I even smile because I want too.
I dread when the morning comes near.
The bright beautiful day,
a symbol of my restraints
Welcome is the sight of twilight,
signaling that my real life,
is about to begin.
This is a poem I wrote about how I juggle two different lives. During the day I am the receptionist and during the night I am an aspiring writer. However, I never stop wanting to write. During the day I just pretend to be someone else for 8 hours.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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