Act II

Sometimes when I walk down the street
I notice my act isn't right
I trip, stumble, and forget my lines
The world is my stage
The sun a friendly spotlight burning with desire to follow me
With a glow as loud and as bright as my social anxiety
Am I the actress playing the jester, the angry clown who got hopped up on too much, but not enough serotonin?
Or am I hiding backstage so my evil eyes don't betray my intentions
By melting cold smiles into disapproving frowns?
I would walk 10,000 miles up to the peak of Mount Dopamine
Just to make sure my ups would last longer than my downs
Downs that plummet so far they make me wonder if the valley is the only way out
But now thanks to the strength I've gained from these hikes, my thank you's aren't filled with the same spikes of poisonous barbs that grew from the idea that...
I'm not good enough for compliments
Now I'm great enough for standing ovations
But what if this vacation is the only one we've got?
What if the coals below our feet only burn hot to prepare us for the inevitable?
Hell fire spun from a cynical antagonist who plays the character of the somber man who can't discipline his children?
I guess
I fear
That we'll find out when the show is over