The Final Act
I come from a family of thespians
Who turned hiding their problems into art.
Inside these walls,
We cry. We yell.
But from within these walls,
The sounds never depart.
Yet,
somewhere among the act,
I lost the talent.
My heart can't hide anymore.
My eyes sting, my throat burns--
They're all pretending
but my heart's just too sore.
What show will be my final?
In what performance will I truly break?
I keep pushing to my limits,
I swallow the pain but
I'm full past what I can take.
Things aren't the same,
They may never be.
But, that's okay because
the only person I really have is me.
I scream into the abyss,
and bleed on those who never cut me.
Yet, I tuck it all away
Like the world cannot see.
Maybe the biggest actress of all is me.
Acting as if the pain is transparent--
Like there's nothing to set free.
While those who really love me
stand at arms length,
As I push with all I have,
They beg me to let them love me.
Oh, how easy to see:
The biggest pretender is me.
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