Alone

Hugging her knees into her chest the blackness eats at her soul taking who everyone thinks she is But she knows the truth she knows who she really is this lonely girl secluded in an emptiness She's just an actress in this world Her life is a play for them all But backstage the act is dropped Her costume and makeup just accessory The sparkle, the shine gone. The black eyes, the tears, here. The poise, the confidence, an act. The hiding, the downtrodden, all real. She falls in love, and what is she to do, keep up her act? Blind him with her smile? She hopes not. She wants to show the real her. But is he loving the girl on stage? Or the girl backstage? Could he love the girl without the sparkle? The real her, she's afraid to show. Does he know her really? She tries to bring him behind the curtain, but she can't try to make him love, if he doesn't want the girl backstage.