What would you do...

What would you do,

if I give you my hand?

Would you hold it like you used to

and brush your fingers on mine?

What would you do,

if I lean on your shoulder?

Would you take me in your arms

and make my pain melt away?

What would you do,

if I part my lips?

Would you kiss me back

and make up for the rough times?

What would you do,

if I tell you that I love you?

Would you look into my eyes

and profess your love for me?

What would you do,

if time takes me away from you?

Would you miss me

and just place me in your memories?

Yet another curtain call...

Who am I?

The person that I portray to be?

Or just a another girl,

Who fears the rise of the curtain at the count of three?

I disguise my fear and woes from the world,

behind the various shades of mask,

Sometimes white, sometimes red,

Sometimes, the color of husk...

I perform every day,

with the bright light piercing my eyes;

With thousands of people sitting on the other side,

But nobody with me to hear my cries...

They see, they applaud,

and walk out with the feeling of joy,

Leaving behind the empty seats,

And a long dark alley for me to enjoy...