Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

I shout the same sentences over and over, but they ignore me, because on the outside I am silent. On the outside, I am nobody and I have no name.

I can play all the parts life has cast me in, I know all my lines; I’ve been rehearsing for a very long time.

We are all made of flesh and stars, but we all become dust in the end. Best to shine while you can.