The Stage

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Pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain,

For she is someone who doesn’t know her purpose

She writes her script day by day, making life a neverending page.

 

To the world, flowers grow beneath her feet

To them, good words are all she breathes

They admire her strength and dedication

They only see good, just celebration

She writes her script day by day, making life a neverending page.

 

But to herself, she lays confused

By her own mind, she is abused

People whispered, “You’re beautiful, amazing, perfect.”

But the mirror screamed, “You’re horrible, weak-willed, worthless.”

She writes her script day by day, making life a neverending page.

 

She planned her last words many times

All around her, others ignored the signs

Sometimes the mirror and mind are a greater voice

After all, it is them that determine what you rejoice

She writes her script day by day, making life a neverending page.

 

And when the mirror shatters and the mind is silenced

It’s the definition of tragedy at its finest

See, what people fail to realize is that even the happiest can be sad

And even the best can go bad.

She wrote her script day by day, making life a neverending page.

 

The world didn’t know she was trapped in her own mind’s cage

For she wrote her script day by day, making life a neverending page

And who was to know? To her, all the world was a stage.

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