Dark Party

Psychotically joyful with bubbles and hearts for all,
her smile cannot be measured with inches or miles,
but rather in the joy and laughter in her friends' smiles.
She cares not for herself, for that would just be wrong,
a fool of herself she gladly makes, as long as a smile it creates.
A jester with a heart of gold, she throws parties
and balloons and balls, with sugar, sugar, sugar, more sugar-!
No-one sees beyond the smiles and laughter and joy that she spreads,
they don't see the paralyzing fear that she suffers daily.
How long will her friends stay, as long as she says yes?
As long as she keeps smiling and laughing? Will they still be her friends?
Better not show her fear. Laugh in the face of them.
As long as shes laughing - but what if she can't laugh forever?
They'll disappear and she'll never see them again,
and be forced to party alone for all of time because she's alone,
and there's no-one else around, never again, could she laugh again?
Could she be herself again without her friends-?
No, don't think of it. Laugh! It's what she does best.
Laugh and the world laughs with you! ...until they're laughing at you....