tell me,

how is it fair

that i should have

to tear myself apart

just for you?

maybe so,

you show the world

every detail about your life

there's no intimacies

left to wonder

so why 

should i cry

when the world i'm missing

is only an ideal

you're fake

i think

that was our problem

from the very beginning

i couldn't live

on a stage

and while

you've been putting 

on your glitter and makeup

maybe i stumbled upon

someone real

but you

would never know

because in the end, you taught me

there is the sickening poison

in the stagelights