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The Greatest Play

unmasking yourself

By Veronica Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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You cut off your beauty expectations

And now you feel the hurt

The Band-Aid was ripped

And you convince yourself

You no longer get the attention

You prided yourself on

You took away the worth

But YOU

And only YOU

Can feel worthy

And give the love

You deserve

Or else

Your ego

Will always disguise itself

As what you’re worth

Now build back

That self love

You truly deserve

Give yourself

The breath

Worth

You

Deserve

Take this intermission

As time to focus on your

MISSION

To love

Deeper

Harder

Stronger

Braver

Lighter

Unconditionally.

You are more

And have always been more

Than your

Appearance,

So let’s do the work

Before the play begins again.

You’re the star

So let’s not forget your role

Rehearse your lines

Step in line

And let’s give it your all

Because the show must go on

But baby,

You’re your own star

So let’s steal the show

And give yourself that standing ovation

Get into character

You pick the play

Drama

Comedy

Tragedy

Romance

Or you can have it all

And be your own fucking

Heroine

Because this is better

Than anything Broadway

Could offer you

This is life

And there’s not another

Matinee

Unless you’re caught up in rewind

Replaying a play from the past

Why you suffer with depression

Because you came back with the impression

That you’re in a recession

And you’ve fallen into an obsession

With your repression

And with your regression

You forget the inception

A deception

Disguising your perception

That you are

perfection

Wearing all the masks

🎭

You shaved your head

Now it’s time for your ego

To be dead

At least until you comprehend

Who’s on stage

And who’s directing

Do you hold the pen?

The lights?

The rights?

The tights?

Let me ask you this: if you were to write a play or movie about your life, who would play you?

Who would you want portraying you? A celebrity, a stranger or you?

Then stop waiting for someone else to come along and direct your life!!!!!

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About the Creator

Veronica

I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.

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