Being accepted was so simple. All I did was wear a costume:
And lots of people wanted me.
I was the Jester.
Humiliated myself. Smiled and performed
So they would feel higher
I was the Ornament
Eviscerated myself. Twinkled and twirled
So they would look good
But it felt so bad.
So I took off the costume:
And now it feels like nobody wants me
I stood up for myself
And she said I attacked her.
I cried, “you’re hurting me”
And he stopped calling
And since my oxygen is their approval,
Since their validation my bread and butter,
I’m barely breathing
And my stomach gnaws empty.
I’m listless and pointless.
It feels like I’m going to shrivel up and die like this.
And they’ll say it was a shame,
She used to be so fun
and full of life.