just yesterday
I burned my hand
on my sadness
but I'm going back inside
I'll dress the wound
these kinds of things make me sick
you should not listen to this
if you know what's good for you
just leave your words at the door
and find another place to hide
you should have nothing to do with me
if there ever was a time
when discretion was needed
it was yesterday when the curtain fell
and covered the acts
of those whose play-acting
cost more than the price on the ticket
as if it were necessary for them
to be here in the first place
after all
we are watching the spectacle