***For those who give everything and still get torn apart — I see you*** **First piece I ever wrote** I give so much that I'm left with nothing. I'm hollow — I wallow — no self-pity in sight. I try with all my might but I can never seem to find the light. I mistake red flags as waving gestures — anyone would think I'm your local jester. Never resting, always tested, here for the people — I'm endlessly festive. I dance through the pain, I dazzle, I glow — blood on my shoes, but they cheer for the show. No one sees I died long ago. I don't get gold for my entertainment — just tears and tears from man-made destruction. Life was given with no instructions — we're all just blind mice in a ***death trap convention***