Put up the curtains, bring on the show
Don't forget your mask, it's time to glow
Walk in front and hear the applause
Speak fluently without a pause
What are you worried about? You're a master
No one knows the courage you had to muster
For you only have to show that one flawless face
As you stand alone on the dark and empty space
You've had years of mastery, is that a crack I see?
You fall on your knees like a fallen tree
Your mask starts to peel off its perfection
Is it a defection? Or a sign of salvation?
No matter how many hands reach out
None can actually touch or hear you shout
For the walls you've built traps you within your misery
Now look up. Can anyone even save you, two-faced Missy?
Onesoul, onestory, manylies.
YOU ARE READING
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Short StorySTOP! Good. Now I've got your attention. Open the door. No, not your door. But this door. Not a physical door either. This door is called Story Door. Open it. There is no turning back. Welcome. Didn't say I didn't warn you. -M
