Viewing Party

Thoughts on rejection and on my own walk with performance.

So I lift you up

I lift you up

Misters and Misses of the viewing party

For you I spend money I do not have

For you I train myself to never not behave

Ill cut off my hair for you to notice I’m the same

Or I’ll let it grow long in hopes you’ll know my name

One moment you’ll love me!
and I swear I’ll be content for all my days

But the second you don’t blink when I shout

My passions shrivel to a haze

Ablaze

Down goes my back

A cold sweat

You were my only bet

For now my viewing party doesnt laugh when I dance

For when I’m in a box all alone who do I romance

Drips to make a puddle were I drown

Down

Then I wake I find I’m found

When the crowd left, one stayed behind.

He didn’t give me applause for my dance

He gave me a name and a chance

He had no fame

just His gaze

His gaze that

called me a creature for His love

called me a daughter for above

And as I looked at the eyes of the one who stayed

I started to sway and sizzle and swoon

The beat moved up my ached hands and this musty mask I made a caccoon

boom

Boom

Here it comes

to make the viewing party dance it comes