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I love you for this,
but I am aggravated over that.
Quiet house prays silently over them as they’re out of town.
I’m tired of performing.
…at work
…at home
…for family
…for friends
I’ll be me one day,
where I won’t have to perform.
One day, I’ll understand,
but will they understand me?
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (2)
The quiet house deserves a standing ovation for being the real MVP here. Do you think we ever truly stop performing, or do we just find better stages?
Good point!! How often do we wear masks so others won't see what's going on inside our minds and hearts? Can we, or will we ever be just us? Good question. GREAT story.