written by Kristen Cordero
Shall I be the naïve fool with a flower patch for brains?
The simpleton expected to prance in jangling chains?
Forever condemned to spin to the tune of these fools,
Who eagerly fix all with golden coins and jewels
Yet at the moment I meet your eyes and glare at you all
You’ll frown at the villain who was once a smiling doll
Thread the needle and stretch my jeering grin taught with wire
Quickly, cover the blemished cheeks with some rosy powder
Don’t you understand that you’re all living a lie?
Wearing that smiling mask until the day that you die
Crying, howling, and forever writhing into decline
But if you must insist, —then yes—everything is fine.
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