I am a poor soul-not crafty at all.
I say what I think, can't hide my thoughts.
If I could be a sly fox sometimes
and not always look in the eyes.
I've got enemies , they don't nod hello.
they say nasty things- I've heard of them.
some are lies , some- partly true.
it's not a secret my mind is a broke.
I'm moaning now , but it is a game.
I am a fine actress , I was told so.
I could be a jester, I could weep for days.
life is a theater , I dare to play.
I am a poor soul-not crafty at all
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