My Play I have no answer to the questions I am asked Because my life is a lie My face is a mask The complications come now and then But the pain is here to stay How long will I be able to act in This play Must I not sleep so I can rehearse My lines, so school friends family Think Im fine? _________________________________________________ Fairy Dust High we fly, till darkness falls We then begin to wish for the light But its not able to shine The airs to thick with evil and Crime How can we find the good When we enjoy the crave and lust Good ends up in fairy dust But that isnt real So then is good? Is evil the only thing that is Understood? ________________________________________________ just a note all quietrose's poems with names that she posts have been copyrighted and legal action will be taken upon if copied.