I used to be beautiful.
With hair like gold.
It was my choice.
My stupid choice.
Now I only look old.
I used to be confident.
Shining like a star.
I now second guess myself.
Maybe, I don't know...
I used to be perky without the act.
And now its scene after scene.
Poking holes through my mask.
I used to paint my emotions,
Now the emotions are painting me.
Ive called, you still don't hear my plea.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PuisiI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
