Exposed and ridiculed

 All your thoughts and feelings up on the screen
Oh how we are exposed and how we expose ourselves
The spectators begin tentatively drawn out fits of laughter
Laughing at the concerns and fantasies that run through the head

You turn for some of them are clapping but it's irony without wit
You grab your handbag push out your chair and head for the door
You open it toward you and stop cold as the screen announces your seceret
Not a small shame but a devastating fact you built layers over to hide

The a pause from the audience a few seconds pass and they start chuckling
Lively bellowing follows at perhaps the worst moment of your life
You blink and focus on the screen there you are as a child suffering
With no one to count on apathy hugs your bedroom house and town

And only know does someone care but they don't care from the heart
They care to satisfy and ridicule your life with their insane laughter
Coughing and bellowing, it's the best entertainment they've had all week
The barman turns up the volume and goes into trance

You break down in tears faces swing back to you
Then to the disgrace of your life on the screen
The volume of their hysterical cackling overpowering
The screen and laughter pouring through your head

You turn and pull the door back snow flurries enter the place
The people inside turn back toward you with filthy frowns on their worn faces
You leave it open