A Losing Game

I do, but I don’t I can, but I won’t I feel, but I’m numb I’m wise, but I’m dumb I’m here, but not really I’m ever so silly It’s the mask that I wear You won’t catch me bare An actress, I am I’m goofy, the “ham” The quirky and weird one Who gets out of hand The one who tests limits A rebel of sorts Can’t fit in large groups Or organized sports The one who is crying But then, cold as ice A stranger to lying Who yearns to be nice The one who sees red And loses her head And then the black sheep With no time to speak The one who addresses Mistakes she’s made And then obsesses Debts can’t be paid The one who knows shame And it knows me by name I won’t overcome It’s a losing game