I stood in the centre of the arena
The crowd screaming my name
Throwing roses at my success
I was bright, I was beautiful
I glowed like a thousand fireflies
And my demons fell at my feet
But after the show, when they all went home
The arena fell dark
I didn’t have the energy to fight
So the shapes in the shadows started to form
And alone in the darkness, I cried
Who has the energy for a constant battle?
People love a blooming flower
But who looks when it closes up?
Who sees its petals start to fall?
It’s a crime to be ugly
Even for a minute
So you hide within yourself
The life of a gladiator is long and hard
Get your happiness where you can
Fame is a slippery slope
And in due time
The crowds will cheer so hard
They’ll bring the roof down
And blame you for the dust on their clothes.
~ Bluebell Rizzi