"The Showman"

He walks out on stage and is instantly accepted
Before he’s even done anything, the applause starts
He gives a small bow and begins to do what he does

His world appears to be a world of sequins and glitter
Decadence and non-stop fun
He takes you on a journey with him to many different places within your soul
He allows you to channel parts of yourself you didn’t even know existed
You can see him up there, not sitting still, trying his best to entertain you, to please you
All for the thing we call applause

Applause.
In the theater, it’s the equivalent of unconditional love
The feeling is overwhelming and the sound of hands banging together is enough to intoxicate you

He lives off of the applause
It’s become necessary for his very existence for he feels he has so little else
Friends come and go, lovers almost never exist, and the only things he really has are his skills and his name

He wants so badly to be this happy off stage
To bring some of that mass love home with him
Of course he knows he can’t

It’s hard for people to see past the flamboyance, the “Show”, the character
It’s hard to look a little deeper and see the person
He’s tried revealing that person and has failed many times

Not one to disappoint, he’s always forced to go back to being the showman
He’s only at home on the stage where he’s surrounded by “friends” even if he doesn’t know them, he has genuine affection for them. and for two hours or so, the feeling is mutual

Still, his optimism and hope are there.
One day, he always says to himself
Someone, somewhere will see me and take me despite my shortcomings and I’ll be more than happy to do the same

Nobody is perfect, but when you’re a “showman” you’re sometimes expected to be
That pressure becomes a bit more than one can take at times
So until that lucky day he’s dreamed of for so long...

The showman must and will go on