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Behind The Scenes

It's something that's done in secret: a sin that's feels bittersweet.
A cry for help that no one hears; a line of agony the visible sign.
If some see, cliche excuses are dragged down from thin air.
Those clever enough make sure people'll never see.
People'll never see the lines of agony, just like they never saw it coming.
People with sight - they are those who are the most blind.
Look behind the scenes and see why.
Does it help? I won't lie - it does.
Is it painful? Not if you're hurting already.
Escalation makes it worse, along with awkward questions.
Approach the subject from round the back to help.
Never hit it head on.
Working bit by big like this is how to help.
Help is a word people are reluctant to accept.
They don't need to accept help if they don't know they're receiving it.
All the little pieces will soon fall into their perfect place.
Look behind the scenes now, and what do you see?

AngeloUccello

@AngeloUccello

I am a Pianist and Composer. I like to interpret my favourite music on Piano & Guitar, and write my own Classical music for Piano. I also teach 1-2-1 and via YouTube: www.youtube.com/pianodrew

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