Pierrot, dancing in your silence, why do you weep?
Pierrot, no voice to defend yourself, where do you creep?
Pierrot, makeup hiding your frown, when do you sleep?
Pierrot, lost in your own act, what do you hide deep?
Step by step, the merry child goes on dancing,
The crowd watches on, waiting as they kept on prancing.
On the tight wire above, below they can't stop glancing,
One wrong step, and they'll stop this false trancing.
Face obscured with a smile so thick and plastic,
Eyes so dilated, heart beating quick, mind thinking drastic.
Body moving rigidly without stop, movement somatic.
Though all is calm with every footfall, staying far from frantic.
The child crosses it all, their heart excited and proud,
But the watchers are in disagreement, their boos echoing loud.
"You did it perfectly, where's the show in that?", the crowd.
The child cried, why only look at mistakes, they mourned as they bowed.