Theatre Life

I play strong.
It is necessary.
That's how my life went.
In fact, with vulnerable waves.
So vulnerable!


My soul shrinks like a nut,
And keeps bleeding...bleeding to death.
From blows below the waist,
And betrayals,
As faith was killed in friendships.
And it hurts, it hurts.


And you wonder if you will come to life
After so many betrayals,
And you put on a mask---smiling,
And in your heart---a storm!
Devastated, disillusioned,
dead...Bleeding...
Drained of faith to the last drop.


Your soul, like a wounded dog,
Boiled in the corner---
Torn, naked and pathetic...


You try to stand up after that.
And you are looking for something to believe.
Or in someone...


You just don't know if you didn't choose
another knife in the back,
another wound,
or another killer---
betrayal...

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