You act upon your quicksilver throne for what?
You wear masks made of suffering for what?
You tip every word with lies for what?
To protect yourself?
To protect others?
To protect everyone?
Do you even know anymore
Or has the line blurred between reality and fiction
Or Has your truth been blinded by your lies
Or are you simply scared
If you want to live
To breathe without lying
To cry without a smile
To live without sorrow
You must close the curtain on whatever this play has become and reveal what lies beyond the stage
For to accept your truths you must be willing to show them to everyone that has witnessed your act.
No matter how much it pains you