Life, at times, is like a play
in which we sing and dance;
but far beneath we squirm and scream
awake, yet in a trance.
The crowd before us snickers, sneers
their faces in a scowl;
though all we want is kind applause
they simply stare and howl.
And so we smile, and so we cry
at their unkind attack;
but what if we just flip the script
and simply turn our back?
The audience, it matters not;
their curses? In the past;
we’ll mark that day we turn away
and be ourselves, at last!