Welcome,
To my own show,
Where I am contained,
Watch my acrobat hormones,
My seratonin backflipping, dopamine twisters, cortisol oceans,
a god damn mess of a show. Girl.
A mess of a showgirl.
all stumbling words and frantic fingertips.
Let me show you my emotions,
A tornado behind glass
Let me know if I entertain you, laugh at my sloppy steps falling just short of a rhythm
That is what I am here for.
This is my circus, but I am not the ring leader, Notice my strings,
and you will see its shadow pulling them just behind the curtains.
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