Always the same question.  Is today the day
that I don’t make it through? That I give up and run away?
Is it today I fail to act, to deceive, to pretend
When I can't keep the smile held in place until the end?

I try to be a mirror. I’m just a parasite, 
A blood-sucker feeding on their energy and light. 
I just give back to others what I take from them by stealth
I've no resources in me left to animate myself.

I know the day is coming, that lonely moment when
I’ll abandon performance, to champion the pen.
I’ll silence my true voice, and put my trust in ink
to do the work for others and shape the way they think.

The self-constructed barriers are cracking at the seams,
Stop living like a victim, build the future out of dreams.
I’ll write instead of wonder, I'll make the paper sing, 
But when I do, will it really, truly change a thing?