Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.

Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.

Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.

Hopefully, the doors will open wide,
And I’ll step inside, full of pride.
The scent of sugar, warm and sweet,
A dream that started from just a beat.

Flour on my hands, a spark in my heart,
Every recipe, a work of art.
Late nights, early days, endless tries,
Turning failures into highs.

They’ll walk in, drawn by the smell,
Of vanilla, cinnamon—I know it well.
A cozy place, laughter and light,
A little café, warm and bright.

Maybe they'll say, "I love this place,"
With smiles that make my heart race.
And I’ll know, through all the strife,
I baked my dreams into life.

twist and turn
scream and burn
take a match to my mind
trapped
and still i yearn

I sit in a crowd, but I feel alone,
A stranger in places I should call home.
Their voices blur, a distant sound,
Like I’m here—but never found.

I laugh on cue, I play my part,
Hiding the cracks inside my heart.
They see a face, they hear a voice,
But never the thoughts I drown by choice.

I wish I could say what’s trapped inside,
But every time, I run and hide.
Because what if they don’t understand?
What if no one holds my hand?

So I keep quiet, nod, and smile,
Pretending it’s okay for a while.
Maybe one day, the noise will fade,
And I’ll no longer be afraid.