The Circus

Come one come all,
To the world's greatest show,
We have freaks,
We have animals,
And a flying trapeze,
Looking at the striped tent,
You'd never know,
That this circus isn't just your average show.

I am the tattooed lady,
Pictures painting my skin,
But this human art is only a mask,
You will never know who I really am,
But look here,
A speck of flesh,
"Is this who you really are?" you ask.

I am the contortionist,
Bending myself any way you please,
"Are you happy yet?" I ask,
Shaking your head I try a new shape,
Until you are finally satisfied,
With this stranger you've created,
You'd never understand.

I am the lion,
My mouth filled with razors,
And my mane is large as can be,
Get too close and I'll release my earth shattering,
ROAR,
Never will you touch this beast,
Never will you steal my pelt,
Try and you die.

I am the elephant,
Carrying others on my back,
Strong and sturdy I may seem,
But people keep piling,
My knees are getting weak,
I can do this no more,
And when I fall,
Everyone else comes too.

I am the trapeze artist,
Graceful and together,
Standing on my platform looming over the crowd,
I take hold of my bar,
And leap,
Foolishly trusting my beloved partner,
Swing forward swing back,
He stretches out his arms,
Ready to catch me before I fall,
I let go of my bar,
Flipping through the air I extend my limbs,
Then everything slows,
As if frame by frame,
My fingers brush his,
Then gradually I watch him,
As he retracts his arms,
I do nothing but stare in disbelief,
When I realize the monster he is,
Time returns to normal,
And I fall,
Crashing to the ground.

Come one come all,
To the world's greatest show,
We have freaks,
We have animals,
And a flying trapeze,
Looking at the striped tent,
You'd never know,
That this circus isn't just your average show.