Entr’acte 
The curtain draws while I take a long, silent pause
I think about the finale and if this masquerade will end
Why am I shunned?
Why does my blood mistreat me? 
Why do they internally beat me?
These are the thoughts between the acts.

I feel like a freak in a traveling circus 
“You’re going to hell for love” they said
So I told them I prayed it away.
This disease that they see is a part of me
It’s who I am and who I am meant to be
Their therapy couldn’t convert me.
There is nothing wrong with who I am 
If anything I am the definition of a man 
The tear stained pillows and the bruised beating heart 
The yearning for love keeps me from falling apart
They say I am an abomination and I need salvation 
They neglect to see they were the reason for my creation.

A parent’s love should be unconditional 
Theirs is purely superficial
They don’t want to laughed at for harboring this clown
On my face is a painful frown
Backstage I pray that maybe one day 
I won’t have to cry between the acts.

The tears are streaming from my eyes
Taking the makeup off and revealing face
I wish I could have the starring role
The show is called Life and I can’t put down the knife
The strings above are taking a break 
Between the acts I don’t have to be fake.

Between the acts I can finally breathe 
I can’t wait till I can leave 
The ventriloquist would be pissed if he knew I was finding my own bliss.

Between the acts I can finally breathe
Between the acts I can actually be me 
Between the acts I can cry and scream 
Between the acts I take off my mask
Between the acts I can hate my past 
Between the acts I can last. 
Between the acts I’m not an abomination 
Between the acts my blood isn’t giving me a bad reputation 
Between my acts they aren’t controlling my life
Between the acts they aren’t holding the knife 

The lights are flickering intermezzo is over 
I quickly wish on a four-leaf clover 
That maybe this time the finale in life 
Will be mine with less strife. 
I peek out the curtain and I see him in the audience
The love I have to keep hidden because I am an abomination.

The curtain begins to draw and the spotlight hits me
A smile across my face while I finish this play 
He says he will wait for me but who knows how long that will take 
I hope this time I don’t break.
Ten shows a day I want to run away
Is there any way I can be myself?
Only Between the Acts.