Slipping Out

It’s always right there
Waiting backstage in your mind
Ready to run out and ruin the show

You know some of the signs
You can stop it before it starts

But other times it’s lurking in the darkness
And comes out without warning
Hits you like a ton of bricks
And you’re down for the count

It has so many faces and costume changes
You can’t keep up and you get overwhelmed
You wonder how you allowed it out again

Sometimes you can get control pretty quickly
Other times it takes center stage
And takes top billing for weeks, even months

Before you know it you’re no longer in the play
All that’s left is scattered masks and empty costumes

Thanks for reading,