Memoir of a Crowd-Pleaser

Memoir of a Crowd-Pleaser
I can flash a smile and make a whole crowd stop….
.....and stare…..
.....and care.
My presence, my entrance, my fierce persistence:
compliment my entire existence.
I am me…and I am great…and you know it.
Not perfect, but wonderful.
Not flawless, but fine.
Faults?
Sure!
But they don’t mind.
Epitome of excellence.
I will make you proud.
Knock ‘em dead.
Have no fear, I’m fitly endowed.
Admirable?
Yes!
Exquisite?
Indeed!
A Queen – thus created to succeed.
So I strut my stuff, my head held high,
You watch my exit, a grand goodbye.
But every time I leave your sight
All the darkness comes to light.
Vulnerable - once more I am exposed
With no protection, since no one knows.
No one feels the pain I feel
Or knows how much I need to heal.
No one knows the agony in me
The agony I hide so they can’t see.
I disguise each twinge behind each smile
And strut the aches right down the aisle.
My head sits high since it rests on hurt
And I sweep on by like you sweep up dirt.
But I never get the chance to breathe and let go
Here comes the crowd, demanding another show.