If you know who I am
                 You can find me so easily
                     I'm the one who acts
                              like a clown
                Trying to make people laugh
                    While I'm crying inside
                      Hiding my true self
                         I wear a disguise
                  I wear masks, oh so many  
                       that I've lost count
                  No more masks or being
                                a clown. . . . 
                      My abusers are not
                         among the living
              Now I have to pick up each piece
                              of my life
                                  AND     
               become who I was suppose to be