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[[ A person walks into the an empty room. Dim lighting, a spot light on the person]]
Have you ever head the song from the movie Chicago? You know,
[[Person starts to sing the lyrics to the song Mr. Cellophane.]]
"If someone stood up in a crowd, and raised his voice up way out loud, and waved his arms and shook his leg. You'd notice him.
If someone in the move show, yelled 'fire in the second row! This whole place is a powder keg!' You'd notice him."...
Maybe you've felt like this once...Or twice...Maybe all the time.
Maye you wake up each day and pray that something interesting will happen in your life, but each day always ends up the same.
You wake up; maybe take a shower, if you think you really need one. Go to work, school, whatever. Its always the same.
[[Persons voice starts to sound frustrated and angry]]
Walking around the building you're pushed around because people can see you have a low self esteem.
Giving you extra problems to deal with because they know you wont complain to them.
Everything thrown into your lap and you don't even get so much as a raise, or even a thank you in return for that matter.
[[Persons voice starts to calm down a bit]]
Slowly you feel yourself start to crack. You start doing things you wouldn't normally do.
Drinking, depriving yourself of sleep, one night stands to 'take off some stress'.
Your emotions start to change. Your angry, paranoid with everyone around you.
You start to talk to yourself; you hear voices. They talk to you. They listen to you. They care.
You buy a gun. Just for...
[[Small sinister smile on persons face]]
Laughs...Yeah, laughs.
You show up to work one day, or on the bus on the way to school. You feel something in your breast pocket.
The gun.
[[New, cool and clam voice started to speak = voices inside persons head]]
Don't panick. No worries. The voices in your head start to croon to you in their soft claming voice.
[[Person speaks in a more angry sounding voice]]
Like when they told you that buying the damm thing was a good idea, that it would make you feel powerful...
[[Persons voice is more calm again.]]
Your shaking, sweat starts to form on the bridge of your brow.
You tell yourself that nothing is going to happen.
Yet you can hear them laughing in the background of your thoughts.
It only takes one word. One perosn to speak to you and interupt your thoughts....
[[Person points gun to adiance]]
Do you see me now?
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Title:
Someone forgettable
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Artist:
Chambered_Melody
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Description:
Something I wrote for a reading.
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Date:
01/17/2010
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Tags:
someone
forgettable
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