Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause

No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit

I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved

I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worrier

Tired, hungry, ignored

Ignored deemed quiet

Shyness, I believed, was foretold

We believed we were “it”

I will drop out, cut them off

Maybe go party

But I’m getting a cough

I’ll do it, to not be tardy