The Opera Child

3 weeks gone by
Mother tells me we’re leaving.
Leaving this town in all of its hate
I stared at her blankly
Wondering what’s wrong
She packed up my bags
And put on my favorite song
We arrived too early it seems
And had to wait outside.
The vibe this town was giving
Made me want to hide.
All the people gave me stares,
As if I was mauled and scarred.
But my father wasn’t there
Since we left him so far.

My first day at school,
And I thought I would lose it.
Seventeen days gone by,
And I still have no friends.
Everyday my mother would put on my favorite song
She would sing it very softly,
Ask me to sing along.
I would belt it very loudly
And I thought I heard a cheer,
But it’s my imagination
For no one’s really here.
What I have come to realize,
Is that it was just a dream.
A dream I never woke from,
Until I heard a scream.
Next thing I notice,
My mother killed herself.
My father burned up in a flash
Lies he told,
As his body hung from the telephone wire.
Every child, every schoolmate
Ran away like I was sick.
But the thing I didn’t realize,
Is that dad melted half my face.

Forever I will remain alone
And die like the phantom
Of the opera.
Cover my face
With a mask
And leave the world with no trace.
For I feel so out of place.

Mother please put on our favorite song,
Mona Lisa isn't smiling
And I don't think I belong.
No longer do you live,
So I am the opera child.