Little Things in Life

Ugly Crier

Open the umbrella up,

cover the pretty flower.

Don't want to ruin the makeup,

with this hideous shower.

Hide the anguish and agony,

straighten out the bent petals.

Hide the misery for apathy,

and wait until the storm settles.

Cover up the invisible scars,

stitch up the cracked heart.

Shut out the painful memoirs,

until it looks sweet and smart.

Bury the bomb in the stomach,

so that it'll be retched out.

Tear out the petals you didn't pluck,

so it's pretty without a doubt.

No one needs to know,

the loneliness it holds.

It's only about the show,

not what's beneath the folds.