Glaring in the flashlight
All eyes are on me
An isolated focus
Encircling over me
Thirty second meetings
Promises of fame
Placed on sugar pedestal
A throne of false acclaim
A realm of suffocation
No room to catch my breath
A lifeless smile for all to see
The mask of my true death
I don’t know anyone here
Yet they seem to be my friend
A paradox of patience
In a world of self pretend
Pulled apart like a rag doll
Each vulture wants a piece
They won’t rest until I’m done
A permanent decease
Now the party’s over
I’m spinning in the dark
Discarded flavour of the month
Their nails left a mark
I yearn for quiet moments
Where I can be me
The only one who knows myself
My own reality
Yet time it waits for no one
I have nowhere to go
Paint my face with big red smile
Onward with the show
