My emotions feel synthetic
Fake feelings from a fake persona that I crafted to please you
If only I could live for myself
But I'm acting in a play
One without an audience
So who am acting for?
In those moments alone where I wail Who am I doing this for?
Constantly reinventing myself
But why?
I wish I could be free of this theatre
I hunger for the curtains to close
For the blazing lights to dim
And to sense the silent applause
Die out.

To break someone's heart is to break yourself
each and every time, with every heart
unconsciously becoming broken
in tiny bits and pieces of your former self
until you become your own stranger within
leaving behind those unacknowledged parts of yourself
forgotten as nothingness conquers all and dust seduces the wind
reigning into an empty void
that used to call your name.