Beautiful Freak

A Poem by aphotic locket

Slathering on your paint for the day
Hoping to be recognized in the circus of dismay
Blood red lips, midnight eyelids droop like clay
The attempt to be the perfection they portray

Body like wire
Bend your heart or we will set you on fire
The need for thirsty, lustful fans grow dire
The attempt to be what they desire

Dancing in mid-air
The strings holding your soul penetrate and tear
With yourself the other dancers you compare
The ringmaster didn't carve out your face fair

Backstage you curse life: "WHY?"
Your body is disintegrating and your paints cracked and dry
Your mirror melts into your eye
All there's left to do now is die

Your Freakshow is ending
The tightrope is bending
The audience is cringing
You keep pretending...

Kiss your life's work goodbye
You realize now that perfection is a lie.