the atmosphere,
the cat and hiding behind the bench,
the tears you are afraid to say,
life a like, like rain under thunderstorms
silent, silent like a death body underground
but the king, the government, the rich, and the happiest people alive?
they are loud,
they are laughing
they are crying,
with tears and joy and pain you do not have money to pay for,
but the show is still going on,
and you are already as a spectacle
in a life you don't want to.