The Black Box

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I step out of its walls.

Familiar faces smile back

Others just walk on by.

I get lost in the crowd wondering

Who am I?

I step back into its walls.

Laughter bounces off the ceiling,

Happiness is filled through the air.

I step out of its walls.

Boring daily routines haunt me.

The same steps are stepped,

 The same thoughts are thought,

The same expressions on each miserable face are never altered.

I step back into its walls.

I take all from the heavens and the earth

And I put it inside of me

I have given

And I have recieved.

I step out of its walls.

My eyebrows frown on my forehead

I question my existance

Close friends have now become useless.

I step back into its walls.

I am in my second home

The home that is defined as a

Warm, safe place I can call my own

Shared by the ones I call family.

I stay in its walls.

The stage surrounds me

Lights beam down my skin

Eyes circle my body.

I was meant to be in these walls.

 

 

 

 

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