Freak Show

They are starring again. I hear their whispers again. Do they think I don't hear, As I see all their sneers? Why do they hate me? Why do they berate me? Is it something I did? Is it the way I live? I ask myself these questions all the time. As people stare at me and my unknown crime. I never knew my true family. I don't know where they could be. Maybe they gave me up for the same reasons why. Maybe it's how I look, hiding the tears in my eyes. I never show people my sadness and pain. They can't know their winning, as I'm growing less sane. As I look at these people, I feel like I'm in a circus. I'm the main act, center stage, a clown so worthless. I'll have to keep standing so they don't know, Here in the center stage of my own freak show.