A play for me?

Even behind a curtain,

I feel an instinct to perform

One thing that seems certain,

Im a lower life form.

They say don’t need someone,

Who is happy and loud,

But if I act like the sun,

Im more fun to be around.

If I get too close,

And show my real feelings,

They’ll turn up their nose

And it’ll be back to concealing.

Other people help me feel alive,

Their approval is all I need to achieve.

So I’ll still cry when somebody leaves,

Even if it’s myself I should grieve.