Offered by Amy:
Trapped within the me you see
Prisoner of the past
Hurt & frightened, no one knows
That's how the role was cast
Not prepared, just handed the script
And pushed out on the stage
Panicked knowing it's up to her
Regardless of her age
She sizes up the situation
Tries to read the crowd
Quickly sees the goal's to please
No crying is allowed
Hiding how she feels inside
She sets about the task
Of smiling, singing, dancing too
With pain behind her mask
Mask of worthiness, mask of joy
Mask of "I'm okay"
Dying with each performance
Wanting to quit this play
She never auditioned, no one asked
If she wanted to give up her life
To become the person the writer created
With a pen as sharp as a knife
So days go by, then weeks, then years
And through it all she tries
To rip the mask off, be her self
Let someone look in her eyes
The windows to the soul, they say
She longs for someone to see
Her longing laced with terror though
That they'll see her vulnerability
To be vulnerable means disappointment
It means getting hurt again
She knows that she must try to trust
Someone, but where & when
Will it be safe, 'cause she's on the defensive
She's got to be on her guard
She wasn't once, and she knows what happened
Her life's been nothing but hard
But now she knows it's up to her
No matter who gave her the role
To tear up the script, break free from the part
And try to reclaim her soul
Each day's now a struggle to erase the lines
Of the script deeply etched in her being
She tries everyday to put them away
It's a work in progress you're seeing
I know, for she's me that you're trying to see
And so I know of her travels
She falls, gets up and keeps on going
At times she completely unravels
But never, no never will she ever give up
For to do so the script writer wins
She dusts herself off, having stumbled again
A new day on the journey begins
----Amy
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