The ‘old me’.

Performing and dancing upon the stage,

acting in Pantos from a young age.

Skating around in the cold ice rink,

would clear my mind and help me think.

Gymnastics made me sporty and fit,

A bit of a joker with a ‘one-line’ wit.

Meeting with friends, clubbing all night,

not heading home till it began to get light.

But those days are gone, I’ve changed a lot,

trapped in my house and losing the plot.

Friends must think I’m dead, they’ve not seen me in years,

they don’t know im drowning, in my own tears.

My life has stopped, I’m not living, no more,

I’ve long left the stage, there will be no encore.

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