we're see-through,
we're the ones exposed.
it's the life we choose
and we could be opposed.
we risk being destroyed,
we could be cloudy or clear.
though it's what we enjoy
there's danger lurking near.
we could be left a mess
if it doesn't end well.
anxiety and unrest,
walking quietly through hell.
falling endlessly is real
when it's our turn to speak.
i pray and i kneel,
because with publicity,
i am weak.