Behind the curtains.

Ok so this poem has been inspired from Cory Monteith's death. Cory played Finn Hudson on the Fox television series "Glee" and on 13 July 2013 he was found dead in his hotel room in Vancouver,Canada. It was stated that the reason for his death was "Mixed drug toxicity". No offense to Hollywood they sure do make some good movies too but the fact remains the fact that the industry literally kills many of their people. Amy Winehouse,  Michael Hutchence,Kurt Cobain,Tupac Shakur ..& the list goes on.

They show you a perfect life,

And then they make you want it,

But if you’d take a step inside,

You’ll be forever by it haunted.

Let’s lift the curtains today,

Let’s take a glimpse inside,

Let’s see if they really are what they say,

Or how much of the truth do they hide.

Behind that pretty face,

Is a tongue that constantly lies,

A heart that’s so jealous that it’s a disgrace,

And a mind that always in revenge cries.

Backstabbing and plotting all the time,

Always keeping your guard up,

Fake smiles and compliments are just fine,

Always battling to be on the top.

Scripted jobs they have,

Scripted lives they live,

Rehearsed lines they talk,

Even for once their honest opinion they can’t give.

It’s really tragic that all you have is only cash,

That you can’t experience love and kindness for real,

In banks you keep all that cash stacked,

And jump into booze and pills so as not to feel.

Funny isn’t it how one of their own Bob Marley has said?

“Money cannot buy life”,

But so many still on that hellish path tread,

For a couple of green notes so hard they strive.

You give up your health , you give up your self,

All just to earn truck loads of wealth,

And then one day your found dead in some God forsaken place,

So heartbreaking that you couldn’t even for the last time see your loved ones faces.

You worked so hard to make a future,

You wanted more because enough was never enough,

Now see how your being tortured,

Isn’t it weird how about death you’d joke and laugh?

Now your lying in a little box, dressed well but cold and dead,

All that money that you loved more than yourself,

It’s all coming to good use in the end,

Spent in giving you a grand funeral and a final farewell.

Yusra.Shaikh