Behind the scenes

What really goes on?

Behind that mask

Are the faces really shown?

Behind this smile

Do they really know?

What goes on behind my eyes.

Behind my eyes

My spirits talk

Whispers and lies

Screams and cries.

These voices never cease

But I force a smile to crease

From behind my eyes.

The music is blaring,

Too much

Too loud.

The music and the voices grow louder.

The voices clamour for attention

When all the audience see is the glamour of this pretension.

And when this ends.

Who knows then?

Behind the scenes.

Behind my eyes.

I’m stuck.

I’m helpless.

Trapped inside my mind.