I stare at my self
in the eyes of passerbys
What I see from them
are the afflictions of my lies
Looking back at me
a mask wearing thin
The star of my story
makeup falling from her skin
Truth can not be told
its soul is damaged
This story was woven
hiding the world from my ravage
Broken wills and desires
calling for the final curtain to close
One final night’s bow
one last fade to black show
There will be no more tears to shed.
There will be no more fears to dread.
A smile will not be borne.
Not even a frown will she adorn.