Opening Act

By Madame Gothika

Crying behind a smiling mask,

arms chained behind my back.

A spectacle for all to see,

to get a kick out of my screams.

Gasping for air as I dance in despair,

only to drown inside my own fear.

I'm crying behind a smiling mask,

I scream but all they hear is laughs.

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Published on Saturday, January 16, 2021. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The show must go on.

Comments on "Opening Act"

On Sunday, October 4, 2020, happilydepressed (400) wrote:

I'm amazed with so few words you convey so much, Very well written
On Sunday, September 13, 2020, Divine hell (238) wrote:

How sad, to not be able to express your true and authentic self in front of plastic humans, regardless this was an awesome write i loved every word of it. Welcome
On Sunday, September 13, 2020, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

What some humans can endure is incredible. How some keep the smile and dance alive is remarkable. I am not saying it is good, especially if it is a mask. It is just remarkable. So I gues that mean I got a kick out of your scream? So be it, it is the opening act and a spectacle for all to see after all! Good write.
On Sunday, September 6, 2020, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

I enjoyed this, welcome to the Valley! Ciao, T/S