As I take all the make up off and stand alone.
To know. That I was just a body gyrating for a crowd for a price, hurts so deep. As you see no one, after the deeds are done standing to cheer for you.
As I close down the show. Hurt, wounded and misunderstood. I collect myself and what really matters to move along. Just a single blood line. That’s cut up so bad. No one like the patchwork I have worked so hard to save.
I wrap myself in the cloak of my own. After looking cold and hard at what is.
I look to the horizon. For the sun to dawn on my new day.