Against The Mock
By: Joi Maree Flowers
I can hear those haunted laughs in my ears faintly
But the faces that mock me
Have with mine eyes yet to be seen
As they are camouflaged
By the applauding crowd
Showing up to each show in hopes of only witnessing the final curtain drop of my act
But I continue to disappoint their wishes
By rising above their lowered expectations of my purpose
When the audience presents me each time
With a standing ovation
An invitation to me to return
And each time to their dismay
I do
And so do they
By: Joi Maree Flowers
I can hear those haunted laughs in my ears faintly
But the faces that mock me
Have with mine eyes yet to be seen
As they are camouflaged
By the applauding crowd
Showing up to each show in hopes of only witnessing the final curtain drop of my act
But I continue to disappoint their wishes
By rising above their lowered expectations of my purpose
When the audience presents me each time
With a standing ovation
An invitation to me to return
And each time to their dismay
I do
And so do they
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