Reality

This Illuminating shadow of depression cuts me like a million razor blades,
Yet I still feel numb.
There's one thing that lifts the curse.
Performing on stage, getting a booming wave of applause.
On the inside, I am as happy as a five-year-old getting cake.
My song sends me to an astronomical paradise.
Into a world where the nefarious voices of melancholy vanish into thin air.
Feeling my voice, undulating from underground up to the angelic stars.
Not having opportunities, and wishing for them so I can be a light in this galaxy.
This dream replays in my subconscious mind,
I want to shatter the broken record and make it into reality.