The teardrops tumble-down,
And slump off my nose,
I grieve in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can go after the paths,
From my eyes to my chin,
Years upon years,
Of letting them win,
And my eyes reveal a story,
Of hatred and pain,
You think that i'm glad,
But just look again,
And the damage from your segregation,
Buried beneath my clothes,
Is a roadmap to whereabouts,
That nobody knows,
My smile is now composed,
I'm a proficient of DISGUISE,
And you can notice it all,
Just look into my eyes.