Grand Entrance
can someone tell me why
fairy tales are so easy
and real life is so hard?
when I walk into a room
no one stares
no one looks
no one cares.
if I had glass slippers
wore the richest of clothes
could I be Cinderella for a day
could I make a head turn...
could I be noticed?
every step into a room
is another as me
and why even bother
when we all know I will never be good enough for you
I still put on a smile
fake a laugh
but nothing ever feels real
it's as if I'm alone, in a crowded street
or a single, wilted petal, on a fresh rose
can someone hear me
or is my voice too quiet when I scream?
guitar strings are broken
piano keys are cracked
voice is pained in anguish
I write words on pieces of paper
to tell a story
a sad one
because I'm living one right now.
-Jeffrey Yang
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