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*The world is her stage but no ones watching*

She paints her face with outrageous make up
Vibrant red, pink, and purple shades her eyes
Dark thick mascara threatens to blind her sight
As she steps onto the stage, into the bright spotlight.

She plays her part, and plays it well
If she really isn't this girl, the audience can't tell
She doesn't have to be herself, the people like her better
She can stop her tears now, she can pull this together.

She doesn't have to worry what they think, this isn't her
She's playing someone else, which she does often anyway
That's how she's so good, she has lots of time to rehearse
To some it's a way of life, to her it's just a curse.

A curse to always want to be someone better than herself
Someone with less scars, more happy, a better self image
But that someone that she plays, becomes a part of her
She forgets what she's like, herself becomes a blur.