I am empty
I am nothing
I am no more than the millions of stories I have told myself
My outside is lovely
My insides are bare
There is no one home
My body is full of books and music and pretty things
My soul is a house
With walls papered
With stolen words
The plagiarism of geniuses
My life is a play
I am the star
Play-acting through scene after scene
Pretending
Pretending to be happy
Pretending to be clever
Pretending to be beautiful
Pretending to like boys
I execute the scene without flaw
There is no applause
No curtain calls
No bouquets of roses blushing too deeply
The scenes continue
The play is infinite
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
I am empty
I am nothing
I am no more than the millions of stories I have told myself
My outside is lovely
My insides are bare
There is no one home
My body is full of books and music and pretty things
My soul is a house
With walls papered
With stolen words
The plagiarism of geniuses
My life is a play
I am the star
Play-acting through scene after scene
Pretending
Pretending to be happy
Pretending to be clever
Pretending to be beautiful
Pretending to like boys
I execute the scene without flaw
There is no applause
No curtain calls
No bouquets of roses blushing too deeply
The scenes continue
The play is infinite
