Can't I have a sad face?
You want a smile plastered on my face.
Can't I have a frown on my face?
You want a smile pinned on my face.
Am I your doll?
I have not a life of my own.
Am I your toy?
I have not breathe on my own.
What is that?
Who is that?
Can't you hear the roaring silence eating me alive,
You don't see me, or won't see me.
I am covered to the hilt with your fake gold.
You can't see me, you have your blinders on.
(composed June 23, 2011)