After all the ticker tape
the cheers and applause
when the curtain closes
you find yourself alone again

Still holding the flowers thrown
you walk back to your dressing room
and there you sit in tears, on your own
the stage a crypt, this room a tomb

The cotton ***** by the bed table are full of blood
they will know you have been at it again
leave those sleepers and breakers
you never needed them to blend in

Clean that sweet face up
some would love to be you
you are someone that can change the world
people will love you without the façade

Close that diary of tears and fears
be that person you are deemed to be
and in conclusion
be the good in you, for all to see

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris