Rain hammers the poor window pains,
Our old caravan being beaten by the wind,
A miserable reminder of my life.
Wind thrashed backwards and forwards like my head.
Happy birthday he says.
Make a wish he says.
If he could go deeper.
This this face.
A wasted talent,
I want to be free,
I am more.
But my ways of life are trapped.
I’m like a lion trapped in a cage.
Is this my life?
Blew the candle out,
The flame gone – like my heart.
Is this it?
I am more,
Than a freak?
I have a life,
One day I will live.
I will be free.
But for now…The show must go on.