The Show
by on October 28, 1996 in Poetry

Look over here
I’ve walked in the room
Turn all your eyes onto me
You may need to squint
I know that I shine
So brightly
That you cannot see
That I’m here for the show
And I’ve made my appearance
The lights flash as
You all scream my name
I’ll smile
And try to prove
That everything is perfect
It’s the only reason
I came

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