Hey look, it's the man behind the curtain!

No, wait, that is just me and it looks like I'm hurtin'.

I can't open the curtain to who I truly am.

If they don't like me I'd get slaughtered like a lamb.

So I cower behind the curtain to hide myself,

And I put on a mask to cover my inner wealth.

They like the mask, all blank and plain,

They don't want to understand my inner pain.

It hurts to cover my extraordinary face,

Even Adam and Eve felt it a disgrace.

But I hide the details of who I really am,

and try to act happy as this different man.

But I'm not happy as this different man,

Although society thinks I'm as normal as can.

I want to fit in so I keep on the mask.

God, I hate this crazy mandatory task.

But with this mask people like me,

They like me to conform and just be.

And without the mask I like me,

But society hates what I want to be.

I want to be an actor, a movie star,

I want to wear my clothes however they are.

But they hate the true me, because I am different.

And different is scary, cause they can't control it.

So I sit behind the curtain and scream and shout,

Because I am never able to let myself out.

But, who knows, one day I might sit there,

And the curtain will be hosted on air.

Because I will be at the oscars on live T.V.

And everyone will see the most famous me.