I am an uncredited understudy struggling to find out who I am, and what I want to be. Never the star. Always living in the shadows, hidden away from the adoration of those who I long to charm.
I can never be wise enough, talented enough, pretty enough for the limelight to shine on me. I am shade slipping though life alone, leaving no footprints behind. No traces of my passing for the audience to mourn.
On pointe, I tiptoe to the edge of the stage, only to be met with silence. I take a bow, waiting for the curtain.
Thin spiral notebook 
I loved “No traces of my passing for the audience to mourn.” Very evocative!!
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I can relate to this feeling. Beautifully written, and the capture is magnificent. Thanks for sharing.
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I think the last line’s great 🙂
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I really like this interpretation. I relate to it, completely. Those first two lines seem like they were taken from my brain or diary. well done
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