Pitter-patter.
Pitter-patter.
Torrents of rain banged against the windows of the caravan,
A heart-breaking,painful life I am living,
Wind dances and twirls in side of my head,
Happy birthday he says,
Make a wish he says,
If only he knew…
My face.
My job.
To show my talent.
A new sweater, perhaps…
To be one of them,
Am I so much more?
I can show them,
But can I really?
I am trapped in in this darkened life,
Like the tigers we travel with-
Caged and broken…
I inhale once more,
I blew out the candle,
The flame was extinguished like my life…
Is that it?
Will I ever change?
I’m worth so much more,
I’m not a freak!
One day i will carve my own path out,
like I do with my beautiful carvings,
But for now the show must go on…