they rejoice when the curtains close.
they jump and shout when the show concludes,
leaving me with no remaining roles to play.
who am i to be without my audience?
what would i be then?
maybe the only life i can live is one the world can see.
and when they cheer my name,
it all falls into place.
YOU ARE READING
overflow
PoetryThese thoughts cannot be contained in the chaotic world known as my mind. I let the words overflow, and this is the result.
