Distant cries never heard.
Unvoiced screams all ignored.
Quiet pleas brushed aside.
Secrets buried inside.
True feelings forced to bide.
Fragile hearts unassured.
Perfect acting encored.
They see with craked glasses.
You go along with the masses.
Standing on paper ice,
You have a hand on all your masks.
You are your own private actress.
No one knows that this is simply one of your plays.
This is one more catastrophic mess,
In your pile of classics.
Heard but unheard.
This is your cage.
This is your stage.
You are the star,
Of your own perfect disaster.
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