You might as well take this time

To look inside my mind;

The hinges are coming off

And the fabrics getting too tight.

This inner corset’s restricting

When the hook and eye’s bust

You’ll get a glimpse at me; inside.

Fuck you and fuck the world

Who’s tying me up in these knots .

Eventually the perfect child will lose her wrapping paper.

The present is less than what’s expected;

And soon you’ll all loose interest

While I gather dust in some loony bin.

Say goodbye to the enchanting prize,

Take a moment to look inside

Now its over and I must go

One final bow and off the stage I go

Before my cover is…how do you say?

Blown.