depression as a stand-up comedy show
for everything about it is a joke.
for those who doesn’t have it -
they're the audience.
for everything about it is a joke.
for those who doesn’t have it -
they're the audience.
first day of showing - the ticket sold out
do they really care, we had our doubt
perhaps it’s only for the gram and clout
they stormed in bearing signs of lies
of what they discerned as proper and wise
guess they forgot to empathise.
backstage - we were rattled to the bone
we wanted our head to be blown
we didn’t want anything to be shown.
but calming down, we proceed to do
“it’ll break our mother’s heart”, a chant so true
so breaking our own will make do
onstage - we stood with chin held high
so breaking our own will make do
onstage - we stood with chin held high
bare soul in hand, heavy tears in eyes
all kept inside finally vocalised
all kept inside finally vocalised
yet the hall laughed so hearty
for they see what they only wanted to see
not the cry for help, not the silent plea.
last day of showing - medics scattered around
with intention in mind to hold us down
not wanting us to further be drowned
though we’re glad being taken seriously
would they ever realize finally
it was never a show initially.
// zahra.
would they ever realize finally
it was never a show initially.
// zahra.
p/s: wrote this for my lit class. thought it would be nice to share it here
