Showface

It's time for the show
The people have come
To see you perform
So get your work done

Paint on your smile
It's just for a while
The crowds are all pleased that you've come
In the end of the day
When the crowd goes away
You can cry when they're gone and your done

It's time for the show
Your smile coloured paint
will cover the wounds
and make them seem faint

Put on your smile
It's just for a while
The bold, affectatious new mask
"I'm doing so well
Regardless of hell"
Is all you will say, if they ask

You're done with the show
And the Milk|Mask's gone sour
It doesn't last long
Cry it off in the shower

Throw your old smile
On yesterday's pile
And wash out the show from your head
And wash yourself clean
Get lost in a dream
Curl up with a book in your bed

(Note: A friend died today. Had to perform in a show. You have to be good for the crowds. Re-reading American God's by Neil Gaiman. Rest in Peace M. 14/02/2012.)

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