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.