wearing those gloves,

just like ear plugs in your edge of your heart,

to numb you and un-steepen the beats that strike,

each clap for a love that destructs.

Each smile from every broken hearts,
that embraced their rewards- cause they've done their best
each one of them, proud of themselves, they know
they've put in their best, and yes- it's just that.

Those crowds that gasps in awe each gimmick,

effort seen is just too true to be real.
those sitting judges smile each moment,

turns up to see what the crowd cheered for.

everyone, has done their best,

no matter lost, tough fight they've gone.
every smile, every action, effort-
under a muffled clap.