My hand, a guide to write and rhyme these lies
I spend my daytime stiff to gather dust
The rain will hit my tongue and it will rust
My head a silent film of stranger’s eyes
I walk across the map all wind and sighs
These human heads, balloons about to bust
The body, a vehicle for sinner’s lust
The face, a mask to hide the bottled cries

But why do we exist inside the light
So bright among the branches of my chest
Some careful kiss of guilt inside my sight
I can’t forget the day that she first rest
August’s angry moon all through the night
Awoke from slumber always facing west

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I’m caught inside my mother’s mirrored glass
Performance space where lipstick is applied
At one point every girl has surely cried
Because your mirror twin just couldn’t pass
I’d rather roll down hills and kiss the grass
A reckless rampage I have never tried
Forgetting every boy who called you wide
The girls are done with being made of glass

Living all inside is surely storm
The cranium, a sight of hurricanes
Clinging onto judgment to stay warm
Monitored to see if we are sane
Spinning through some disembodied form
No wonder they say beauty is just pain

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Some sacred, manufactured in the brain
We wring out certain pain with all the lies
To chase the bits of light beyond our eyes
And recognize the body as our chains
It’s simply time to be a little vein
And love our mirror selves to feel the highs
And use our inner mind to really try
To know that we are really all the same

The matter that we breathe is priceless foam
Perspective tells us we are all alive
The pull to walk along, forever roam
The current running down your human spine
On this rock inside a little dome
I’m learning to be body, but revived