I am walking

On a tightrope tied so high

I am pleased..

For I see I am an acrobat


I think I know the world

Inside out.

I am pleased..

As I am the scholar..


From the outside.

I am seen as calm..

I am beautiful, I am true,

I am strong and glam..


Hidden from the wide lens

ongoing battle very gross

groomed outside and finish gloss

its well ostracized to let it rest


I am living in a split torn world..

The wall in the middle is small as a pearl.

I am deranged, delusional

And crazy as a hat.


Am I the frog in the well

Or an angel come to earth?