Reality
All i hear are Followers chanting my name
In my hand I hold a pen that indicates how far i've come
Am happy on the outside but inside it isn't the same
I feel powerful outside but inside I am weak.
Let them praise me ,let them follow their leader
Whom they think is fearless and flawless
Haa if only they knew how fearful and flawed she is
In a way I am doing them a favour by wearing my masks
I give them hope and courage ,most of them want to be me
I guess I am a hero and that's one thing am proud of
Gosh I feel encapsulated I can not breathe
The pressure is some unbearable , I feel like I am carrying a bus.
What happens behind closed doors kills me
If only they how not so glamorous this room is
They would die , I can not imagine what will happen
The reality is that the crystals are only white on the outside but dark on the inside
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