I’m home alone.
There’s the ring of a phone.
I’m not at work. This is personal.
Don’t they know I won’t answer?
Don’t they know I can’t answer?
I’m the other me.
My words are gone.
My chest is tight.
The ringing stops.
I’m lost alone.
I’m alone in a crowd.
A sea of costumes and colour.
All around me are people.
Don’t they feel claustrophobic?
I am in the centre.
My mask goes on.
My big red nose.
I’m anonymous.
I am lost in a crowd.
I’m alone on the stage.
Heels, music and glitter.
Out in front are the people.
Don’t they see me as I do?
Bright exterior shining.
Inside wilting and dying.
The lights come on.
The curtains rise.
I’m lost on stage.
I’m alone with my family.
Love and laughter surround me.
I’m the brave one, the fighter.
Don’t they see that I’m shaking?
Cant, they hear that I’m crying.
The sun goes down.
The sun comes up.
I’m lost with my family.
