Seeking Cyrus

I call on thee Cyrus come now Help me make it through my day A sweet talker when venom seeps A hipster when I a sheep An athlete who wins the game Perfect, looks and perfect name  I call on thee Cyrus come now Only you can light my way An actor with talent so bold That no one knows; even friends of old A mask I wear that fools the crowd While I desperately yell aloud  I call on thee Cyrus come now Be with me just one more day I cannot make it without thee Walking every moment 'stead of me No one has to know its you They'll think that is is me; nothing new

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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