Hidden in whispers of the dark
Behind the lights and cameras;
The filming of life.
We shut off the smoke machine
Because that part of our story is over.
We clear the stage
Dismiss the audience
Then carry on with what is left of our lives.
Circumstance remains at bay
Nothing ever goes my way
And sometimes I think the cost is too damn high.
They think I’m a sadistic bitch
Because I constantly discount the rich
Wear the pride of being poor on my face.
Suddenly they desire more
When they get it they call her a whore
I’m not sure the label is warranted of this girl.
Two years I worried what I put into word
Never quite knowing what you heard
No matter what it was, it cost me dearly.
Begging for a piece of relief
A synopsis, albeit brief
Lies in wait for the trashing of my past.
Having the right to remain silent
Was virtually self reliant
Because nobody stepped in to save the day.
Cropped a picture once of you and I
My how time does truly fly
Now I don’t remember loving you at all.
Silence is the new scream
Ignoring me your favorite dream
I’m left wondering what I did so wrong.
Life left me decapitated
When everything is satiated
Then I worry nothing is going right.