I Can Carve A Pattern
I can carve a pattered web of cuts upon my arm,
I can say it's all OK, that I've come to no harm,
I can block out every thought I have of the abuse,
I can walk away from you, so I don't have to choose.
I can wish upon a star, and wish for something more,
I can pick up shattered fragments, scattered on the floor,
I can keep on going hungry, scared of gaining weight,
I can smile all the while, deciding my own fate.
I can tell you secrets that will make you want to run,
I can shock you further, even when you are outdone,
I can dance instead of fall, and laugh instead of cry,
I can keep up this pretence until the day I die.