Mannequins On a Fake Makeshift Trampoline

i never know where to start with you, so i just choose to walk away and end it it makes no sense to cause anymore stress, so instead of confronting i bookend it my life is a hole in the wall circus with bogus clown paint, and as a result your life is forced to be the same we find ourselves trying to balance the "fairness" of it all, however in the end we are just mannequins on a fake makeshift trampoline