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Writer's pictureGrace Bugin

The Perfect Star



Illuminated by artificial light

All eyes are on me

Watching, waiting


Noticing the slightest quiver in my lip

The shake in my hands

A puppet to the melody


I’m lost

Deep within myself

Tearing my heart from my chest


Watching with a smile on their face

Their eyes consume me, raw and bloody

Finding the beauty within my pain


Glitter cakes my face

Hiding who I am

Underneath the blinding mask


Allowing me the freedom

If only for a minute

Trapped within me


Ugly and wretched

It pours from my veins

Drowning out the silence


My lips ache from the pitiful smile

Plastered upon my face

Shining in the spotlight


They clap only when I have gone

When the red curtain falls

And the seats fill with emptiness


Walking away from my heart

Bruised and bleeding

Lying before their feet



Written by Grace Bugin



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