You shout about my imperfections
So that all the world can see
I smile and shrug it off,
every ****** week.
Until your words seep through
Just a little too deep

You were asked to end this daily show
Where all the acts are all the same
And nothing will ever grow.
Instead of stopping the hurt
You chose words that are curt
And shouted and swore until the curtains came down
Well at least that’s the end of the show