My face be normal
I see you want to be beseeched
But my soul is full of grief
It does not recollect the infinite rubbles
When I say to it, "I need a fake smile"
Sorrows have become the songs of my heart
They have no mouth to tell
That all should resume
Walk, eat and shower
...An emotional brain
It only signals to my limbic system
Oh cry, oh frown, oh talk sickly of yourself
At least I need myself in no pieces
In front of the globe I was granted
But when I am alone
Then you can boil me
In your flooded oceans of gloom
Bestow up one me a picture of strength
And a shadow of meekness
Since the living on my earth have a delusion
For images of tears to belong
To the faint hearted