Just Another Day

Three lives later and still I turn the page;
I see your face aged 20 years or more.
You're so much older then you were before,
But from the window I see your true age;
Senior in your mind, but tied by your rage;
Ignored never again, I say no more.
With every moment an absolute chore,
Your life is lived on your beloved stage;
Glance in the mirror your body is broken,
Now the scars have faded into your arms,
You see them as flaws; flaws written tonight.
This night should always remain unspoken,
A forgotten night to give back your charm—
Smile soundly, and share your secrets tonight.

        DannYetman

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