Thalia's World
Looking in the mirror
Dreaming of what could be
My desires become clearer
On who I want to see look back at me
One of strength and poise
Much like my father
A woman that makes much noise
Makes you pay attention, with no bother
My name is Thalia Naft
A comedian from New york
I'm one of a kind in my craft
But beginning to feel feelings of some sort
I tend to be joyous to the naked eye
Not even knowing my own reality
I need to decipher my truth from a lie
It's time to take a dive into my mentality
Beginning with a question
Why am I so empty?
All I've known is suppresion
But my gift of laughter always follows
Looking in the mirror
Dreaming of what could be
My desires become clearer
On who I want to see look back at me
A cup overfilled
Laughter without pain
For this I will be strong willed
Similar to a crane
Me vs. the world
I want to be better
Not to be gifted or pearled
But a mental health trend setter
My trauma no longer baggage
To be understood and not confused
Use it to my advantage
As if my heart is unabused
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