The Act

Why am I lying broken here?

Why am I shattered and bare?

Why am I alone in the crowd?

I am a puppet, the whole world through

A Barbie Doll™ to my friends,

You wouldn’t believe what they’ve put me through,

My heart on a string held by my love,

Things he does that hurt me he’ll never know,

A shadow of a person with too many pieces to fit

I am a puzzle, scarred by life,

All by myself in this place, this existence so frightening,

When will I fit in?

How many times have I done up my face?

Adorned my life with fragments of who I really am?

How many times must I disillusion myself?