just wait a minute
the show is yet to begin
do you see that child?
how it's bawling its eyes out,
how it's desperate for help
can u hear those screams
echoing into the dark?
behind the closed door,
behind those sad curtains,
behind its forced smile
it lets no one in
do u see it squirming
and quietly screeching?
like a little worm no one sees,
the one to get stepped on
after finding its way up to the light
but wait for the ending
the most entertaining
it's silencing again
quietly drifting off to sleep
thinking it has won
little does it know it is not alone
'can we watch it again tomorrow?
i don't think so child
todays episode was the last
YOU ARE READING
tales of the mentally disordered
Poetry'it's cold, dark and lonely but it's home' . . . . . . A very random collection of poems
