Such difficult morals you have
There are no loopholes
No room to breathe
Do you enjoy this?
This slow torture
Suffocating into those strange rules you make?

Maybe I AM
Just a rebellious, gusty adolescent
But
I hate crying myself to sleep every night
I hate hiding my face every morning when you leave for work
Just so you don't have to see
My ugly swollen eyes
So that you have an "ideal" morning

I WILL say what's on my mind
Whatever you make out of it
This strange masquerade ball that we attend everyday
Seems to be hosted especially for the both of us
Only for the both of us

So...
What's the point in hiding your face?