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.