They cheer for the glitter but not for the bruise
They love the shine but not the truth I lose
I’m a jester in chains
They don’t see the rust
My smile’s the curtain
My tears are the dust
They cheer for my sunshine but won't stand my rain
I write their names in lines of gold
my own story’s left untold
They like when I entertain
Not when I cry inside
They take the songs I bleed
never hear the tide
I sing for him
For her
For them
For you
they don't want my hymn
They don't want my view
They crave the highs
The verses that ignite
But miss the lows I bury deep in night
They want the colors
Not the cracks they find
They love the art
they don't love the mind
I craft their world
A vivid scene
my own voice stays in between
they don't want my hymn
They don't want my view
They like the sparkle but not the stone
The smile that hides the broken bone
I’m the mirror they won’t look through
Writing stories for them
But not my truth
A write and sing for him
For her
For them.for you
But my own voice fades away
I’m the echo of their desires
Burning bright
But not my fires
A ghost with a golden tongue
Writing words where I don’t belong
Writing songs for them
For he for him
For she for you
But never one that sets me free
they don’t want my hymn
They like when I entertain
Can’t taste the salt in the smile I fake
Laugh at the line
Then they leave my name
On the floor with the confetti and the paper plates
They clap for the jokes I make
Don’t see the nights that I stay awake
Bleeding out ink for their heartache
While my own heart goes to waste
They like the show
Not the soul
Love the shine
Not the toll
They want my pen for them
Him
Her an you
But never write back when it’s my turn
they don’t wanna hear my hymn
They don’t wanna hear my hymn
They pass me their broken glass
“Turn this into a story that makes us laugh”
I turn my lungs into lanterns for their path
Still walk home alone when the crowd thins out
Every verse
Every line I give
Feels like renting out the life I live
They get healed while I stay split
Their applause just covers what they never fix
What if I stand here
Empty hands
No costume
Just who I am
Would you stay if the mask fell off if I gave it all up put poet to sleep and woke up Paul Anthony
If the spotlight cut and the room went soft would they'd stand in my sunshine while I dance in the rain ,if it's for them or theirs they sing along if its me singing about my pain they say O' Boy Here we go again,they don't want to hear my hymn if the words I'm writing an singing isn't for them
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