They put me on a pedestal

Just to see me fall

They give me a thousand trophies

And I crush from the weight of them all

They sing me a thousand praises

To find something to pin on me

They place me in a house of glass

And they never let me be

I yell from my perch of worship

Roaring to be left alone

They shake their head with confusion

As if I should be glad that I am shown

They pull me up

Just to push me down

It pleases them, truly,

To see me frown

And they wonder—oh! they do

Why I yell and yell and yell

But on this perch they shoved me on

My whole life feels like hell