I find myself in a theater
performing a play, with me
holding a VIP ticket and the
only spectator in the seat.
One by one, the actors enter
the stage in glee, their masks
are their identity. The characters
recite their lines over and over
to the point they are too
familiar to my ears. They have
rehearsed many times on the
laughing, sneering, pushing,
slapping, kicking, yelling,
crying, pinching, punching.
Their comedic act is a
horror show to me, where
clowns no longer jest but
scare, the masquerade party
turns into a torment feast.
Closing my eyelids, trying to
forget everything I see.
Only to have tears go against
my will, cold sweat drenching
my back, my gorgon-petrified
legs could not run away.
As a part of Year 2 Poetry Coursework Submission 'Emotional Capsule'
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