It's as you swallow the sobs

And paint over you hurt,

When you apply to stage makeup,

And try to scrub away the dirt.

 And you carefull clean yourself,

With meticulous routine,

And arrange your expression,

Into something happy,free and clean.

And you convince yourself relentlessly

That you're okay,you're fine,

You're not broken,jumbled and chaotic,

You're got a smooth,uncraked design.

You don't cry yourself to sleep each night,

Your eyes aren't tired,things,

you don't live with strain and tension,

Your heart's not coiled springs.

You're just jolly,dandy,fine,

You're as happy as can be,

And you're not yearning and pleading,

'I wish i was anyone but me...'