When I walk down the hallways,
I can see them staring at me.
Always watchful the normals are,
expectant of many wonders.
They think my tricks are special;
The main attraction.
They want to see me me blow,
and start shooting.
See me finally finally lose it,
and go berserk.
I have no tricks,
WhenI finally lose it,
it won't be on you.
I cannot grant you that satisfaction.
My reality is no Sideshow attraction