#rehearsal
I call your rules pathetic
But am I really the pathetic one?
Since I am so averse
In this universe
I rehearse a smile
A mask that lays over my face constricting who I am
So people accept me for who I am
I hide under the mask that is glued to my face until I rip the glue off and my skin with it
So I walk around with this mask and no skin under it from the countless times I have ripped it off
Because I trusted someone to see what was under the mask
And my skin came off with it
They didn’t like what they saw
They liked the version of me they’d concocted in their head
Am I just one who is meant to play a part in this sick game we call life?
Where my existence is a spectacle
Just because I don’t like the body I was put in
Doesn’t mean people should hate me before they know me
So I play the part
I hide under the mask because there is no skin left
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
i come home
around 10pm
after musical
rehearsal.
i come home to
a silent and empty
house.
its like im
being rejected
from my own
home.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
Why was it
I'd just written a perfect screenplay
So I looked up to deliver my final line for the night
That when I saw you
My computer crashed
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
I look in your direction,
And I catch you making eye contact.
I immediately turn away,
Embarrassed in thinking 'bout it.
==《 ¿ 》==
At least I let you know.
Now it's time to move on.
If you'll return,
then I know it wasn't in vain.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC