Some Days

Some days just feel like a bad rehearsal.

When the lighting is too bright in your face

And you have to squint and turn your head

So you don’t go blind.

Then your costume won’t zip properly

So you use every safety pin you can find

In order to keep yourself together

Without revealing anything to everyone else.

And your voice just isn’t loud enough.

No matter how much you project

Or how high the volume on the mic is,

No one can hear you.

But you go on because all the world’s a stage

And you’re expected to play your part.

To speak when your mouth is numb and

Cut off your sleeves

So you can’t wear your heart.