He acts as if he’s got it all together
He knows he can’t play that role forever
He puts his mask on then he says,
“Alright world, here I am!”
Ends the show with a bow
How much lower can he go?
Roses dropping to the floor
The crowd’s clapping even more
His smile has weakened now it seems
He never took the time to chase his dreams.
The curtain closes one last time
Then the lights forbade to shine.
He’s sitting at the mirror desk
Looking back into the past
The memories fade to dust.
He cries all night,
Too afraid to show it,
The pain kept inside
But his fake friends don’t know it.
March 7, 2010