it must be cool
to listen to things you can't hear
thanks, I promise to write you again
i say as I close the door in my head
it must be nice
to sit on the throne you made
I know what you made
it is bone from the people you've touched
it must be great you know
how you grin like you grin
a grin of thorns
blood from the fingers who thought your petals where pretty
it must be great
to be an actress
dressed like a queen
face like a clown
how do you look like you love
yet hate like a disaster
covering like a blanket
hide what your face tells you to say
it must be nice
to have a person believe you
your hand is the babysitter
feeding the baby your bull ****
it must be awesome
to have a crowd
smile
get out of my face I hate you all
what are you really
because it's great to be nice
it's great to trust
yet you splatter it like blood
believe me
it's nice
Naomi~wingedfeature
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