You can’t do a thing when you’ve been branded with the big c 

So let her be your jester, your clown 

With her sandpaper hands,awkward behavior and cartoon face 

A feeling hiding behind the curtains 

A concept she can see but can’t touch 

Shes on stage your laughter blast in her ears 

So toss her the red nose and rainbow hair 

Her words never hold a tone of reality 

Her mannerisms so strange 

Her value is down to a penny 

Yet her presence holds a heavy weight 

Give her a tiny car and shoes that are 5 sizes too big 

She’ll wear it all with pride till she realizes no one truly cares 

Tell the town that the talent has returned 

Im in the crowd 

No one notices 

My words are not light or heavy they barley exists 

I payed for backstage passes,a tour of her brain 

why hasn’t she hasn’t escaped 

My skin suddenly feels safe 

not seared or branded 

In fact it’s barely there 

I wished for invisibility

At least a part of me did  

My heart overwhelmed with empathy and grief 

Her eyes meet mine 

They say the same for me