I Inhabit a space where eyes beam at me

Somewhere where the whole world can slander me

How do I endure?

Living in an exhibit

“Dance monkey dance” they jeer at me like knives

How do I survive ?

I can’t and won’t

I grieve this painful life

I lament at the state

That which I cannot escape....

I used to live great

I had the money

the fame

Loving parents

Fans that adored me

Now it’s more like

“what ever Happened to that kid?”

“Yeah that kid that her parents used to act”

“I hope she’s doing well after what happened”

“I heard she’s a bum now”

I think this is better

I didn’t need that life

I can live on my own

I can work on my music after work

More drive

I’m starting to like working for ...