• My life is a performance.
    I put on pretty faces,
    To please the crowd,
    But they are lies,
    It doesn’t matter how I am feeling inside,
    As long as I act perfectly,
    Everything is fine.
    But if someone sees through the façade,
    To the real person behind the mask,
    Behind of the curtain of falsehood,
    What would happen?
    My perfect world,
    Built upon the lies,
    Which have almost become reality,
    Would crumble into ruins,
    Leaving what?
    The person behind the performance,
    The person lost in lies and memory,
    Who will remind me of who I was?
    Before the curtain lifted,
    And the performance started.
    Who will pick up the pieces?
    Of my performance.
    Who?