Standing on this stage all eyes on me, being forced to perform for you, this is not where I want to be, but I paint on my makeup and put on a show or two. You smile, you laugh, you even cry when I am through. What you don't know is you only see what I choose for you to see, and I will only lead you where I want you to be. I will have you immensely subdued by my distraction, while with my other hand I will steal your thoughts for my personal satisfaction. My feeling is if I am forced to to perform despite of how I feel, I will give you a performance from which you will never heal, have you wishing you never came, waking up saying this can't be real. Do me a favor, read this thought once more, and maybe, just maybe you can find the open door. Until then you are stuck in this nightmare i call home, you are trapped in my mind and will remain baffled with the secrets I have shown. Only wanting to be treated like all the rest, trust me when i say for you I only wish the best. So if you could please listen as I say, being looked at like a freak is torture, I want only to speak my mind so I can explain why I am this way. Instead my anger scares you and my sadness tears you down. I wish to be perceived as happy so you will never see me frown. I hope you understand now as you begin to weep, this is not your reality it's what I go through while I sleep.
"AK"
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