The Ring Of Silence

The contenders are waiting for the ring of silence.

One by one, entering the ring to be judged.

Perfectionism is what is called for,

Perfectionism is what it takes.

Pieces of me aren’t ready,

Parts of me are missing.

Frantically I scout,

Frantically I see a future lover has taken me.

I will be up soon,

Disappointment is what I will represent.

Disappointment all around me,

Because a future lover has stolen me.

I search and search for the lover who has stolen me.

I see two old friends who don't know who I am.

It's sad, and sorrow washes over me. We used to be besties.

It's because of a future lover who has stolen me.

No time for that now. I will be up soon.

The judges will only accept all of me, the perfect me.

How will I perform without me?

That future lover has me. Has stolen me.

I see him with me, in a distances, smearking at me.

I must catch him. I run, run fast to get me back.

He stops at a place I used to rememeber.

A place, I used to call home.

I walk close to him. He lets me pass to the place I called home.

Pieces of me are there. All around.

One part here and one part there.

Pieces I have left behind.

One by one I apologize to me.

For leaving me behind.

We hug, and one by one become one.

Now I have all of me, a whole me, a me who can be judged.

A stronger perfect me.

A me who can with hold the ring of silence.