If you know me or could see me,
What would you really find,
Inside my soul, within my earth.
Beneath the dirt, among the worms.
In the darkness of my wonderland
Would you seek the best of me,
And hold it to the light,
Or could you find the worst of me,
The bits I seek to leave behind.
Poker faces where made to lie,
Your words chew at me from the inside,
Hands wash clean,
Clowns and jokers scream obscene,
Is this really me?