Point Break a Smile to Match, Love

In earnest anticipation of,   

   Wish I could make people laugh, but it's just not in my capacity of the heart to do it on stage. Could write a thousand escape mechanisms of self deprivation about my awkward to invisible life, get a smile back, in return for an exchanged point of momentary glimpse point of view.

     A moment lived through my over worn, always thinking the worst for myself, shoes straddling the edge. One foot inside the social circus the other out... Where the bullied no vote from anyone for confidence withered form has always existed.

VoT