But she puts her bright face on again for tonight.
The show must go on, she says to herself
The charades will run long.
So she paints on her mask
And draws brows which are military precise
And earrings which glitter bright
And the hairspray sets her forward but
She pauses before she bravely puts on her red lips...
She's conquered the night yet again...
But now...bone weary and hurting deep
She knows the cracks are visible here and there...
And all she wants is some sleep.
She tries to hide her broken frame
And move away before their curious eyes could creep
Into her deepest thoughts
Some catch a glimpse of the shattered face
And murmur "that's cannot be her"
And refuse to acknowledge...
And refuse to acknowledge...
Some sleep, she yearns, as soon as I close my eyes...
Some sleep.
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