My life is but a theater, and I’m its humble actor.
Through passion and delusion, I play my every role.
I scream where I should whisper, and weep when others shrug,
The rain itself is envious of tears that flood me whole.
Sit it down and watch me ruffle my feathers in distress,
Behold the way I’ll falter before you like a swan.
I like to draw attention through sharp exaggeration,
For while I breathe and feel — my ardent show goes on.
