Brokedown Circus

Caged, like a beast,
Thoughts to wild to handle.
Dangling on a trapeze,
I fly through the past.
Alone on a tightrope,
between sanity and madness.
In the centre ring of the Big Top,
in a spotlight,
with the whole world looking,
past me,
at the sequins,
I've so carefully assembled,
on the outside,
to reflect back,
what you want to see.
Bend linke a contortionist,
to fit in the mould.
Try and pull one more rabbit,
from my broken hat.
Paint on a smile,
and juggle,
to make everyone laugh.
Oh! This life is a brokedown circus.