As the curtain falls

As the curtain falls
her smile wont fail
to perform to its audience
as her tears start to brim
but blinked back within
she remains in utter silence

a round of applause if you may
for yet another persuading act
a cheers from one or two
for the next scenes, back to back

what they will see
then interpreate
is what they chose to believe
but the thing is she
is the one thing she hates
cause of the lies she daily feeds
to each on looker
her adoring crowd
leaving no space for her to breath
each second to her
she grows even less proud
as politely she bows and curtsies

reach home to her black quilted bed spread
tears escape from her eyes built all day
rest upon her sodden dark pillow
her dreams begin to take her away

she reaches a land
with dust in her hand
fairy of course, what else
her wings separate
sweeping all of the hate
she feels so strongly for herself

these wings take her up into the night
brushes her hair 'gainst stars sparkling bright
with her pale freckled nose on her innocent face
takes in the sweet smells of this wonderful place

but the stars will fade
and her wings will break
and that sweet smell turns to bad
each wish she had made
is burnt as she wakes
in her quilted bed of black

rolling onto her sore aching side
the tear stain are washed from both cheeks
her perfectly painted mask placed once again
till that night when more tears will leak

and as the curtain falls
her smile wont fail
to perform to its audience
as her tears start to brim
but blinked back within
she returns to the utter silence