Falling

She continues to writhe and tremble,
Her wrists twisting quietly.
Her mind trying to reassemble,
But her head shaking abhorrently.

Sobs escaping her mouth in gulps,
Threatening to strangle in its gasps.
Her cries for help locked in the vaults,
Behind her costumes and her masks.

You see, no one has known,
That she is not ever okay,
Never has she shown,
That her world is in disarray.

Everyone is in awe of her smiles and joy.
They are jealous of her apparent grace.
Unaware that she endlessly toys,
With the idea of leaving this place.

Every time someone laughs at her joke,
They do not see her raw longing.
To be the one to laugh, not choke,
On screams of relentless crying.

She is swallowed whole by the obscurity -
The last of her voice echoing off the wall.
And finger nails scraping helplessly,
As she is dragged off by her fall.