Blank papers of bitter today Do treasure the words white on white; If they are forbidden to say, Then my privilege is to write. I choke on the poison I've drunk,
The level of pride in my blood is too high, And shatters of passion are trapped in a shell, I'm growing older, I cannot deny, And something unique fills my heart's every cell.
I used to compare myself with a fire, So sudden, so restless, so hard to predict - A definite danger from miles to admire, The gamut of colors one couldn't depict.
I am breaking the vast glassy surface of make-believe seas, As the moonlight is cutting the throat of scarlet sunrise, I am screaming my heart out loud, I need to release
I've turned to an actress regardless my will, Life's poignant scenario brought me the skill. Performing, I find the salvation In changing my costumes and masks.