Curtain Call
Behind the scenes, im putting my mask on.
what is this,
don't want this,
i hate this ,
but this is my life.
i'm tired of this show.
Can't stand bitting my tounge when i wanna go.
She huffin' and puffin' like she wanna blow.
But if she keep pushin' imma choke her out yo.
I feel like bawling.
wait- is that my curtain i hear calling?
time to fight back these tears again.
can't feel helpless or hopeless.
cuz that means letting the metal break the skin again.
i'm suppose to play this girl that is strong.
but that title is too much for me to own.
on the inside im like glass easily broken.
but the rock on the outside wont let those words be spoken.
I can't hack it, can't take it, i'm stiff.
I'm scared of heights but i'm heading for the cliffs.
slash marks against the wrist.
she bleeds about, to let the feelings out.
shoves them in a bottle and ships them out.
she's gonna self-distruct.
cuz in this world she don't know who to trust.
shes tired of playing an act, she cant hack.
so she's standing in the middle of the stage calling the curtains back......
Copyright © Tara'E Dawson | Year Posted 2008
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