My Face A Mask
Because it's easier to scowl than to cry
Easier to say fuck than ask why
Easier to write until I fall asleep
Even as my mind keeps fighting a fight
That nobody knows of but me
Easier to flee and avoid
Especially now, when everything is so far
Anyway
Why call pain upon my self?
Why leave the melancholy solitude of a temporary grave
To face again the slings and arrows
Of what you may do or say?