Daylight breeches cowered mugshot eyes
Crackling lips, pop rocks turn tornado teeth
Leaving a disaster in its pearly white place
No one ever thinks the way I do
When I said no no one listened
Or stopped to think about how I was doing
Now I lay in this tomb unable to move
Dishes piling up higher than my mother’s withered expectations
Somedays I wish a magical creature called love would move my desolate feet
Commandments from a voice strong yet gentle
Carrying my timidness into another realm of being
Of being confident and peaceful