My Mom Thinks
My mom likes to think I'm just like her
That I love crowds of people and constant noise
That I love calling all attention to myself
And that I like conflict
My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
But really I have to hide from her
I draw the curtains of my mind closed when I'm with her
I stand downstage in the single white spotlight she shines on me
With the pressure to say and do everything right
I can't step outside of the cirle of judgement
Not infront of her
She doeesn't realize that the two by two spotlight she shines
Isn't the only place for me to go
She doesn't see that there is a whole stage behind me
That lets me be me
When she walks away and the spotlight dims
I open the curtains
And the whole stage ligths up
With purples and blues
With reds and oranges
The stage is alive with color and the freedom of expression
I can move in any way I want
I can change my direction and fall into any color
I can be who I want be
I can leap and run and dance
But when I hear the balcony doors open
And the foot steps before she gets to her seat
I close the curtains
And stand in the place of the spotlight
Of what my mom thinks