Hysterical, is it?

Jan Poems

I thought I would be able to take off the make up Yet still, I was to die from an instant process How hysterical thinking I could take it off Thinking I would not need the smile I always bring It was s o funny that still with this and all of that I would still **** myself slowly with a dash of acids Acids for the wounds to make it more excruciating I love it when things goes wrong as they always will Yet I can not take off this contour and show my face For the goddess said I was hideous without make up How hysterical for giving me this commandment I would laugh all day and not die in flash For I would prefer the more fathomable manner To die slowly as I make the goddess smile She smiles for how hysterical I make of myself