circuitry

Shadowboxing at one AM, standing in my parent's driveway, my reflection in a car door.

I feel mad.
I feel betrayed.
But most of all,
I feel sad, confused.

I am a clown wearing human makeup, and the heat is melting my mask.

I am misunderstood, misrepresented, and misused.

Everything that builds towards needs to exist after the climactic. When that disappeared, when it fell away, it was too quick.

I feel cheap. And easily ignored.

.....

I am a child, chasing a butterfly through a field. I am in a town full of people with butterfly nets, and I do not.

It is happiness that flutters and flies by, so much out of my grasp.

How long will a child play the game, before failure sets in, and she sits, uninterested?