If the world is a stage, I guess that thespians rule the world.

Making you obey their every whim through kind words and a twirl.

I'm certainly not shy ,and I'm as charming as can be,

I really could rule the world if I wanted, only there's something stopping me.

Every Superman has his kryptonite, and every rose has it's thorns.

This leader's weakness, is your parental scorns.

How is it that one person can wear so many masks?

Each one can be called upon promptly, you only need ask.

Predominantly I'm the Harlequin, bringing teasing joy to all.

I'm also the over achiever, who answers the scholar's call.

I am the Peacemaker, forming myself into whatever is needed.

All my masks I try to keep bright and certainly not nonconceited.

I let my stars shine bright like suns, glistening in the dark of the night.

For that's simply all they are, glimpses of hope through my deep plight.

By day I'm happy and bubbly, but all bubbles must pop.

By night I come home to "reality", and all happiness must stop.

Take upon the mask of the daughter, and don't let it show your tears.

Don't think about the words that are said by these concentrated fears.

Out there I am seen for what I am which here condemns me to the stake.

They can tease me mock me all they want, but I'm not the only fake.

They too wear masks every single day that resemble what I have.

Only their true faces are of envy and hate, whilst mine is only sad.

I could wear these masks due to nature, which will face once I leave the nest.

Or maybe it's by nurture, and I've simply learned from the best.

I lean upon my lettered name crutch and it gets me through my days;

and what I mean by "crutch" is, that my boyfriend's name is Jay.

He talks me through my problems; he keeps me on my toes;

He keeps a smile on my face, even when he doesn't know.

He reminds me that my home life doesn't have to be my ball and chain.

Mere shackles are all they are who try to keep my soul in pain.

Just because they tell me these things about me, doesn't mean it's true.

All these fears want is to get the best of you.

"Yer such a little brat!"

"Quit actin' like your mama, we're yer sisters not your kids!"

"Cry about it, oh wait you already are."

I'm the black sheep, and I'm proud to be just that.

I live through this day to day, but it doesn't hold me back.

This home does not define me, it just taught me how to ignore the hate.

You cannot hide me from the world any longer, I choose my own fate.

I glance from behind the curtain and peered out into the crowd, it is almost time to start.

The curtain flurries outward, with the spotlight is on me, for I am the show's star.

You can envy me from you nosebleed seats, sit back and watch me go.

For the world's the stage. Je suis moi, mon ami!  

And this is My show.