I am jealous of the screaming child At the DMV line His voice matching our frustration And his anger is much like mine But the years taught me to hide it So I hide who I am And he wonders why I fake it When I was schooled to lie

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I stop to wonder why And what is behind the “I” Face that I came to recognize Stories built on lies Then the waiter brings my drink And I forget that I ever questioned the I

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I find no comfort in the facts you give The numbers of people dying While some refuse to live Adventures never taken By free people, or so they say Money is the reason In these offices we stay

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