Inspired by "Just a Game" by Birdy and "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins
It's all just a game.
Waving to the crowd,
With the cheering in the background.
I'm just a piece in their lives.
I break my heart over and over,
Yet I paint a smile for them,
Politely wave again.
I am no hero,
But I'm treated as such.
A dualistic bout:
Between the faces in the crowd
And the faces of the few I love.
Facades the latter see hurt them like they do me.
In deepest depths of my bedroom,
The glass smile breaks.
My tears fall into my pillow.
I'm cold with loneliness.
I hold back more and more to handle it all.
It's all just a game,
Another day of waving to the crowd,
With the cheering in the background.
I am not going to be a piece in their lives anymore.
I prefer the few I love,
Over the many that seem to fall only for the mask.
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