My vocal chords are cracking
Dust on the theater floor
But we just never stop acting
For the show must go on.
Good will always prevail
Faux heroes and pseudo-beliefs
There is no right and wrong
But condemn me now,
For I am human,
And let your vindication commence.
Forever more I'll plead the fifth,
And I'll forever read this script.
For you can't twist prewritten words,
Rehearsed actions. A cul-de-sac
Which will inevitably become truth.
Still, the biased critic beats me down
Raping me of my last shred of dignity.
Jealousy coursing through my veins,
This feeling cannot be explained.
A Judas kiss which the narrow minded ignore
(For a kiss is a kiss)
Blinded by their rapture
Their passion, much as I once was.
But now I speculate,
Hot words scalding me.
I value the opinion of the audience.
To hand over so willingly
My faith, my life…
Nay, close the curtain.
Pull it tight.
End this show,
This disheartening sight.
Don't delay for the proverbial fat lady
For she will never come
To peel away our locked doors
This childish façade,
Or remove us from our misery.
Say what you will.
I wore my heart on my sleeves for you
But now there's nothing left.
My remaining worth is gone.
The finale is here
And you shall have your encore.