expecting me to be

someone that I'm not

something I can never be.

I hate the way I have to pretend

to play nice and laugh along

sick of singing their song

tired of banging their drum.

Why is it so hard for me

to be me?

Why won't the world

just let me be who I want to be?

Stack the odds in my favour

for once

and let me have my day;

making hay while the sun shines

Instead I wear the greasepaint

and take to the gas lit stage

I dance and I tumble

I hide behind my mask

and the show goes on.