The world needs more over-the-top
filled to the brim
pouring it all in until you explode or
filled to the brim
pouring it all in until you explode or
don’t
and that’s much worse, isn’t it?
The world needs your theatric spirit
the incensed exclamations
and that’s much worse, isn’t it?
The world needs your theatric spirit
the incensed exclamations
the overbearing weight of your disapproval that you
hide behind
to mask tears.
The world needs its one-woman show,
The world needs its one-woman show,
its circus attraction,
the brightest stars shining from your green eyes,
deciding to be light instead of sadness
strength emanating from your every pore,
leaking, leaking,
until it runs out and then
the world picks you back up again,
the world picks you back up again,
because the world needs more
over-the-top.