head unhinged and turning unnatural
tilted to the left as a doll
and a blank waiting stare
a mask to cover this hidden world.
No more emotion for the blind
just a happy child that wants to die.
Eyes of glass never cry
and skin of porcelain that hides it all away.

Sadness flows and anger rises
a heart not of stone
but just as cold and hard.
a prick of warmth screams life
when too much does nothing, and too little does enough.
stumble in the dark
stumble in the light
take the sun in your eyes
and feel the fire consume and burn bright.

I hate this but it leaves me wanting more
want it, need it, crave it, touch it.
Black it out and paint it in
do something in this chaos
spin out of control when I'm never choosing the moves.
Laughter in the other room
and demands to change.
I would change for me
if you would only give me the chance.

scorch my insides. freeze my eyes.
I move to shout but choke on my own words
pull the strings and start the motion
I can smile complacently,
and take your arm, I feel no more
Should I, could I, I would not.
To see you cry snaps the underpinning
and makes me fall.
Hate me if you will for what I cant do, be, want
but please dont love me
it would take away this familiar rot.

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