Behind the Curtains
Behind the curtains
There was real life
Behind the curtains
She cried real tears
Behind the curtains
There were real problems
Behind the curtains
Her smile faded away
Behind the curtains
The spotlight was nonexistent
Behind the curtains
No claps were heard
Behind the curtains
Her reflection stared at her
Behind the curtains
The real “her” was revealed
Behind the curtains
The razors and the needles taunted her
Behind the curtains
Her demons came alive
Behind the curtains
Emptiness screamed at her lonely soul
Behind the curtains
She was all alone
But now she wanted more
More than what the stage could offer her
More than the spotlight
More than their applause
And the admiration
She desired fullness
She hated the emptiness that mocked her each day
She wanted more than the lights
She wanted more than the camera
She wanted more than the action
So much more than this facade
She let go of the bottles
The razors and the needles
She wanted more
So she dropped the act
And went in search of help
Running into arms of her Father
The One who saw the real her
The One who knew what she really needed
The One who could give her what she really needed
Her Father!
Her Father!
By Sylvia Chika
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