You can stand above
Those chimney tops
Scream until your
Voice is lost
Paint your face
In a different color
While wearing an
Orange jump suit for cover.
But still
Nothing will have changed.
Still, I will call you
By your name.
You can wear
A studded silver mask
Lie about your
Dusty past
Kick your shoes
Into the mud
Slam your head down
With a thud.
But still
Nothing will have changed.
Isn't that
Strange?
You can hide beneath
Daydream clouds
Whisper until
The sun comes out
Throw away
All of your green socks
Replace them with
A tissue box.
But still
Nothing will have changed.
There's only so many ways
That a person can rearrange.