Lady of the...Daylight

She is a lady of the night,
Yet with family in sight,
Her secrets kept secret into daylight,
This is when she prowls, this is when she works.

Devoid of soul, the actress ready for her curtain raiser,
Lights go on, soul switched off, why does she do what she does?
No love, no honour, if only her family knew they'll be slaughter,
Because no reason you see, no reality to see,
Had she learnt nothing her parents taught her?

How to live a life like this, how to act like this?
"Doing it for my kids"
Yet reason of love for ones self just cast into nothingness,
Left with feelings of worthlessness.

She brushes feelings aside like dandruff on her shoulder,
Parents look down, knowing, If here today, what would they have told her?
Disgust and broken, there hearts would surely be,
"But i really do this chore of no feeling more for me".

How selfish our daughter, does she have no pride of worth inside her?
Lay with men, self destruct surely inside?
Yet no feeling or emotion does stir,
Men come and go, cheapness of self worth and pride, few pounds a throw,
Knowing who comes and why they do,
Married and confused, no care does show.

As long as i have money in my pocket, for this is what i worship,
I will give my fake smile, the gaze into eye and shake of my hip,
Money will always come and go, truth in life will always reveal,
She doesn't see now, she cant see through the fog,
but my sanity does steal.