There exists neither the time nor the place

Where I can shamelessly show my face,

Express who I really want to be

And do so jubilantly. 

I couldn't care to show any truth,

I don't see me pulling through,

But hanging back in the corner

Being the omnipresent scorner

I always am.

What can I say? It's not up to me,

I am made this way existentially,

To torment the fool and better known,

Change someone, fear someone,

I'm gone.