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Look At My Face, Tell Me What You See.
Every morning I put on my make-up.
Hoping to here your voice when I wake up.
Wish this were just a dream.
Why do things have to be what they seem?
We laughed we cried.
But now my spirit died.
When I thought things are better.
Really the towel we call life was getting wetter.
The towels thread was wasting away.
I saw the inside of my grave.
No one really cared.
I was really scared
The pit of my stomach was melting away.
Hoping someone could save the day.
Things were not okay.
Please just go your way.
All the nights I had nightmares.
I knew that you cared.
The lonely world was hard and cold.
Now there’s nothing but a scold.
As the night drifted away.
The loneness looked my way.
I stared it down.
But nothing could change my frown.
The pit of my stomach was melting away.
Hoping someone could save the day.
Things were not okay.
Please just go your way.
Can’t believe one day you were not present.
Dad made me his pheasant.
The disappointing hours passed wondering were you were, what you were doing.
He tried sewing.
When you came back things starting healing, you went to work.
There were no feelings.
When I woke up I saw the men in my room.
They left me to there work with a feeling of doom.
The pit of my stomach was melting away.
Hoping someone could save the day.
Things were not okay.
Please just go your way.
When I looked in the mirror.
I saw a confused, blank girl.
When I looked closer
I saw the cover-up over her scars.
She hid them well.
She took the cover-up off a day.
Finally the scars healed.
Things went her way.