Everybody's a Critic
The curtains open up to a dark background
I sit in my chair with my back to the crowd..
Asking myself rhetorical questions, horribly obsessed
With the negatives finding which fault to pick next
A mirror appears and I ask "why do I exist?"
Am I just an actor given god's watered down script?
Or is heaven even real?" My head begins to tilt
As I chug another whiskey shot to descend another pill
The questions keep coming while the answers gettin' scarce
I rub my head, wipe my sweat and stand up from the chair
I pace the wood floor like I don't got sanity intact
As the audience claps for my anxiety attack...
Hands grasping my head, pleading the voices to quiet
But they keep torturing, I raise my voice and get violent
These recalcitrant demons keep my eyelids ripped open at night
Tumultuous, I remain to myself like a ghost out of sight
I hide behind the curtains, the spectators clap and applaud
Fingers crossed that when it retracts they'll all be gone
But after a brief intermission, and a changing of the props
I'm thrust out back on stage, as angry as i'm lost...
Trudging around the scene, I throw the vanity down..
Destroy the banister throwing pieces towards the fans in the crowd
I'm like an animal now, removed from its cage and confused
The look on their faces is amused, this place is basically a zoo
Telling them this burden chained to me, ain't shit it's just a ruse
No matter what I do they'll still degrade me in reviews
I fall to the floor letting out a deep and saddened breath
Back to my feet, pull out the chair that's at the desk
The panic is dead, i've accepted this dilemma...
They want a story of misery and tragedy, i'm their presenter
So I turn my seats towards the pondering eyes of the crowd
Confused by it all dying down, the violence subsiding and then POW!
The plot thickens as I run a blade across my scarred wrists n'
Blood drips, wonder how they'd react knowing this was nonfiction?
That I was about to fall victim to the monster that was supposed to stay hidden
Scarlet tears rain from my vein in sorrow for my vain existence
The audience stands amazed, applauding my insane depiction
Of their maimed protagonist, floored with an agonized face
I reach forward as the drapes close, the final act of the play...
They grab their coats and start leaving, the evening's through
I lay in solitude, slowly bleeding out in that cathedral room
Funny, I wore a smile my whole life that they couldn't see through
And then when I finally showed them my pain, it was much TOO believable
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