the words of a circu$freak

She built a wall, of vanity and forced confidence. A mask of perfect make-up, diamonds that shine so bright, you can’t see the scars. A layer of lies, perfected so that no one can crawl through the cracks and see what’s inside. Even her bones are hurting, from all this running and hiding. The ugly truth behind the beauty; She’s not so different under her skin after all. She bleeds the same, no glitter running through her veins. She can’t cry, can’t ruin the make-up that protects her from the cold unforgiving eyes. She pulls the trigger, but nothing’s changed at all.