I turn, and spin, I climb, I laugh, I grimace, I scream.

It’s an act

It’s an act

It’s an act

There’s a certain level of emptiness as I perform

Everyone in the crowd laughing and smiling

But I am alone with the thoughts in my head

And they shriek at me

Yelling for me to obey

To do it again

To jump

And after every riveting performance my mask slips for just a second

and amidst the roaring applause, a silent tear falls reflecting the untold story I could never tell