I paint my face up something nice

January 19, 2008
By Cesiley Dawson, Gerrardstown, WV

I paint my face up something nice and I wear a silicon smile
Apply my water-proof happiness 'cause I'll be here for a while
My mask is laid straight across my face and I'm the only one who knows
And if my heart weren't cold and plastic, it would be beating nice and slow
The ball is about to start and everyone is filling up with gin
And when the room is completely spinning, the unmasking will begin
I am watching as these laughing creatures reveil their ugly faces
I look aroun the room and notice myself in many places
These accusing fingers pointing at me are of my own flesh and blood
The mirror it breaks, releasing my soul and there's no stopping this flood

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