The Circus in Town

I scream and pause.
To part this world, to dream forever, Dive in and never come out.
May be ill drain my self slowly,
Or spread my thoughts on the wall.
I must enjoy my last wish.
To cease, to break, explode and escape.
 It's a choice, i suppose. So is joining the circus.
One can resign in a heartbeat
to the drumroll and bright lights.
I will not miss the beasts, the roars and the sores.
I will not miss the crowd, or their cheers or their boos.
I loath the clapping, and the ticket booth,
filled will spectators that cant see, they just pay to linger in rows.
 A tent with just a small rip, a tear that counts as an entrance,
blocking your only way out.
the one exit is closed, and timed precisely until the end
watching the creatures and tricks,
pretending you admire the show.
Everyone is on their own. Starring at tigers and clowns.
Crowds watching but not really seeing

Under the bleachers there's demons, robbing your hard work and passions.
Stepping over your drinks, taking them quickly in silence.
And when the panther breaks free, everyone steps over someone,
crying in ignorant fear.
And yet the panther is fleeing, or at least attempting to do so.
But no one notices her eyes, full of abuse and neglect.
They claim they didn't bite their own hand.
 They blame the panther and the tamer, they blame the guards and the bars.
They don't realize that the clapping, made all the beasts take a stand.
So while they fall through the slots, I fight my way out the tent,
and when I finally go through the hole,
I join the panther in freedom.
I join the untouched grass and
Open cages at last.
I join the rejects from backstage
In their quiet empty lands.

 I don't want the circus in town.