Showy Seas
Consuming Me
Vanilla Lipsticks
No one saw the teenage boy
Fascinated by how well she hid her toys.

Embarrassed I am
O help the girl with severed dreams
I do not wish to live here
I do not wish to know this dream.
I do not wish to be a young lady
My words polite and sanitary

I wish to travel like a mad man
Like a dove
Like a regret-less old lady

Hair wisps
Eyes liquid
Soul watery

O Let me be
O Let me be, O Let me be

I was clinical
They were cynical
I was a psychologist
It was the crucible

Mind of a poet
Thinker of a historian
Lethal, lethal combination

Home is 1984
School is the Renaissance

That may not do

Embarrassed I am
Embarrassed You are too.