You can’t do a thing when you’ve been branded with the big c
So let her be your jester, your clown
With her sandpaper hands,awkward behavior and cartoon face
A feeling hiding behind the curtains
A concept she can see but can’t touch
Shes on stage your laughter blast in her ears
So toss her the red nose and rainbow hair
Her words never hold a tone of reality
Her mannerisms so strange
Her value is down to a penny
Yet her presence holds a heavy weight
Give her a tiny car and shoes that are 5 sizes too big
She’ll wear it all with pride till she realizes no one truly cares
Tell the town that the talent has returned
Im in the crowd
No one notices
My words are not light or heavy they barley exists
I payed for backstage passes,a tour of her brain
why hasn’t she hasn’t escaped
My skin suddenly feels safe
not seared or branded
In fact it’s barely there
I wished for invisibility
At least a part of me did
My heart overwhelmed with empathy and grief
Her eyes meet mine
They say the same for me