you want crazy
I'll give you
crazy.

this has become
i have become

trapped with the keys
smothered by the cigarettes I smoke
by the closed windows

and the show must go on
even when the curtains are drawn
and we forget that we are the show
we write the script and assign the roles

we see the old hag staring at us
and see our shame reflecting from her glasses
we see our carelessness on her lipstick stained teeth
red like the map scribbled on the wall

our ****-ups are scribbles
a map of carelessness and backfired precautions
and we keep doing
and we keep going
hitting the wall again and again
to change it or break it or change ourselves
but we just end up with stained teeth
and the reflection of ****.