The Performer's Lament
In a place that no one knows
I dance alone
My dance is one of sorrow and of pain
Am I the one to blame?
For I have sat here and listened to your tongue
But that is no tongue, that is a knife
Crafted so that every word stung
You called me crazy and you called me wild
Is it my fault that society is so damn mild?
No and I refused to be tamed
For even the brightest star cannot be made
Into something they did not claim
So I dance and leap
But never again shall I weep
For one who does not care for me
And does not desire of me to see
Only the performer is what they desire
Even as I light their glided cage turned into a stage on fire
I am a performer,
But I refuse to shed a tear for you anymore










