Showtime
“Showtime!” I cry
I don a smile on my face
as the curtain goes up on a cold, unloving world
I act the puppet,
my strings ensnared, they tangle into others
as I weave my own prison.
and among the silent voices
I hear nothing but the beating of my own heart,
the morbid applause of a broken performance.
“Showtime!” I cry
but it never really ends
and no one ever really hears.
--Anon, 24/5/2022
Theme: Self