They'll sew your lips shut in pretty little stitches
To keep your screams quiet,
Because beauty is nothing less than immeasurable pain.
I hear you'll be grateful though;
Your face will be lovely
And because of your tightly bound lips,
No one can smell the way your insides will rot.

The truth is whatever
I say it is
So
Leave me alone
I just want
My secret life

I should be sadder
Bawling great big tears
To drown my cheeks
But I'm just sitting here
Am I a robot
I feel blunt
Muted
Lethargic
What's wrong with me