“The show must go on”

Empty eyes look down at the floor,

Unconfident and insomniac,

fatigued by man.

A blank mind remembers,

Reminisces time.

Time, that’s gone.

Time, that changed the emptiness in those eyes

for good.

A masked face, shines bright in daylight

Moving through the shadows

Of its own flaws.

Weird, says the world.

Incompetent, she’s called.

But not a soul knows,

Nor cares to know.

So she wears a smile

Looks up with empty eyes

And walks on,

Masking her pain,

Accepting her flaws,

In self hatred and love alike,

For the show must go on.

@Danceinsilence

This is my first post here, so I don't know if I'm doing it right, but here goes!