In my world of wax there is some light.

In my world my day is night.

One might find my thoughts to be strange;

Some even think me quite deranged.

I think that maybe I could be,

But then I see all they know is the 'outside' me.

Why would I let 'them' see in?

All I hear from them is "Be better!", "Work Harder!", "Give in!"

I am me.

Few will ever see just me.

I live in a world of wax.

Things must all be quite exact

Most will never be allowed to see,

The light that is dark inside of me.