Suffocation

The performer hated the spotlight,

But feared the darkness more.

And the hermit loved his solitude,

yet made his face familiar.

There’s an ache that grows

from squeezing yourself

into a role that doesn’t quite fit;

Like last years jeans

or a size two shoe.

It’s the truth we want to forget

So we use our will and forge the way

on the road to suffocation.