one..
two..
three..
steps up.

door open.
down hallway.
stop.
everyone passes me.
not one step farther.
turn around.
go in the other room.

try to put myself back together.
breathe.
i just want to be alone.
tears..

pull it all together.
hugs..
just what you need when you're torn apart.
no, it makes it worse.

black and silver.
makeup all over.
who is that laying there?

not the person i think it is..
never could he lay there that still.
and let all these people stare at him.

but right now it's not up to him.
if it was.
we wouldn't be here now...