chill, calm, completely complacent
my makeup seems to convey
but mom, she knows me better,
then i'll ever try to say
she says sometimes sweetly
that it all will be okay
not sure whether to believe her
or whether to look away
falling, fleeing, faltering
in a nightmarish decay
won't peek between my fingers
to see my last doomsday
painting pretense pictures
each and every day
until I find my true muse
somehow, some where, some way |
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