Everyone deals with trauma in their own way. It seems that my way is with humor. I can easily understand how that could be misconstrued as a lack of seriousness or a misunderstanding of the depth of the situation. I assure you that I do get it. I’m just not comfortable dwelling in a place of sadness. Not publicly anyway.
I see you when you think I’m not looking.
When the veil of happy go lucky fades.
I see the weight of your world
I know your worries
I can not carry your burden
The best I can do is provide distraction
Let us talk of the days we were girls
Reminisce of the time before
I will be the jester to your queen
I don’t always have the words
But man can I make a spectacle
I will drop the anvil on my foot
Just to see if it pleases you
Throwing myself under buses for your amusement
My choreographed dance of silly
It is my gift
It’s not much
But it is yours