Depression Is My Kryptonite

The Jester

Destruction and chaos fill my mind.
Would you like to watch me slowly unwind?
You look so pretty there on your pedestal.
The throne and crown suit you nicely.
I adore your decor, though it's quite icy.
What is that behind your back?
The shimmering reflection of your dagger caught me off guard.
Apologies, my queen.
Why are you approaching me in such haste?
You're reeling back the hand with-holding your blade.
Am I about to be knighted?
I shall kneel before you in great honor.
Why are you thrusting the sharpened end toward me?
I don't remember this being part of the ceremony.
Huh, it's suddenly not so cold in here, must've just been a draft.
Why does my clothing feel heavy?
The residue is quite thick, evident by its weight.
Have you dropped your blade?
I'll help you look if you've lost it...
Oh, hey, the hilt is jutting out of my chest.
You must've misplaced it again silly.
I'll clean that off for you.
That's not where that goes, you should know that by now.
Here you go, all cleaned off.
"Why won't you just die?"
What do you mean? I am always at your side, always available for your disposal. But I can end my life if you so choose.
"It's no fun when you're compliant. You're such a buzz kill. Leave me. There are other jesters who'll entertain me."
I can try again. Please, give me another chance.
"Guards."
Wait, please don't throw me out again. Why can't I just be kind to you? Why is that never good enough for you?
Damn it.
Locked outside the castle gates again.
I guess I'll just wait until she let's me back in...