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...
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