i've never found another's
mask of pain to be
attractive
what's the beauty
worth if it's a charade of
hurt and why do people insist i
play their mummer's game
don't inquire why my frown will
not turn upside down
do you really want me to
force an emotion so pure i
fall to my knees just
thinking of it
so go on and hold me
down; cut me ear to ear
make me join the
hollow rest of you
if you want to see me
smile, better call me
Chelsea