Hello,

Your seats will be in section C

Furthest to the left, third row.

If you have any questions don’t bother asking

Just enjoy the show

 

Tonight’s act features a girl misunderstood

A simple sheep in a flock

Struggling to lay low with the crowd

Around the clock  

 

Dealing with insecurities

That ignite fires in her soul

Feeling no prettier nor cleaner

Than a public toilet bowl

 

My insecurities weigh down on me

They weigh down on me like a cinderblock

In this world, another girl

With insecurities is no shock

 

I may be shame-faced and concealed beyond this mask

And it may be repugnant

But this mask is my security blanket

In inspection of your judgments

 

You’re a reader, I’m a book

You will judge me by my cover, the act of perversity

Unenlightened of my self-doubt,

Uncertainty, and nervousness internally

 

My role on this stage is to smile,

Be confident, light-hearted and pleased

But off this stage my heart is heavy

I’m not this character as everyone believes

 

All eyes on me

As I gaze out in the crowd

Silence is so loud, from multitudes so close

For someone seeming so composed, a heart can still be broke

 

I’ve got all this untapped potential inside

That I’ve yet to utilize

Because I fear your verdict, I self-inflict

Have you ever committed mental suicide?

 

When I break from this mask

And unleash the authentic me

I’ll be naked to the world

And these shackles will set free

 

Inside I’m suffering

With my own personal demons

If I unzipped my heart and opened up

You could see them

 

They mock my anxiety

And laugh at my social isolation

They disrupt my meditation

25 to life, in my own incarceration

 

I’ve witnessed brutality for individuality

It’s no humor

Seeing one terrorized for originality

Doesn’t make me want to remove this mask any sooner

 

So until its time, I’ll stand behind this curtain

I’ll play this counterfeit role

I’m not ready to be down casted

So I’ll swallow down the bravos