Freak Show
slit open my soul
Spread it onto the stage
A freak show is on display
For you to ostracize
Pain, truth, suffering and more
For you to be amused
The total functionality
Of my total reality
Limited by ill sickness
Squandered by exploitation
I lay me-self down onto
Your cold judgment floor
Do you laugh at me?
Do you want to alienate me?
That which you understand naught?
You never will with your caustic compassion
My martyrdom is to all the freaks
Spurred on by stoic emotional drought
I tried, I cried, I buyed, and I even died
Nothing cured my dysfunctional mind
Except to slit open my soul
Spread it onto the stage
Shed my only, my first, and last tear
And die, your criticism I hear forever
