I Have To Perform

I am the king of the jungle, yet have to roar

I do not fancy such an act, yet I have to perform

I am the supreme, my strength, no one can beat,

Yet I feel miserable at times as I am bugged with crippling uncertainty

I sprinkle some effervescence on me to validate my stature and being

A boisterous outcry at times, a deep moan corroborating frustrations of life

The roar... symbolizes my soul and being

I wish to chirp and tweet fly and soar like like a bird but that is not to be

At twilight, my overweening attitude dwindles and stoops a bit apprises me of the realities of life 

I acknowledge with majestic stance my roar does all the talking.