Amidst the roaring applause,

a silent tear fell,

reflecting the untold story

she could never tell.

Her story was twisted,

and you could never know

just how far that girl

will be able to go.

She played with her heart,

but which side of it controlled?

The smiling and joyful

or the sad and cold?

You heard the strings

play a beautiful symphony,

but did you hear the silence

when she didn’t agree?

As you clap away,

just know she’s a shattered soul.

And for exactly what you see.

She’s not in control.

The beauty of her song;

the weight on her chest.

Only one comes out

and claims the prize for best.

Her fingers have callouses,

her brain is in scrambles

for playing too long

of delicate samples.

She always held her breath

and closed her eyes.

And she knew that she could

never fight her demise.

She did it for the people

to please the ones she loves.

She hid her scars

behind those little white gloves.

You can’t see the pain

of the little strings.

You can’t see what has happened to her

for those little things.