Gosh I'm sorry
I don't quite know how to write this
But it's how I feel
So maybe I need to
As I sit there
I have to worry
About the set of my face
Is it right?
You have said many times
That it's always the same
No matter what I'm feeling
Can you not see what is going on?
Why does it hurt me?
Why should I cate what you think?
Well you see
I already don't like me
I focus on the way my face is set
And I hope I don't upset you
For my interest is there
Though no one can ever seem to see it
Are my wide eyes
And lips at rest
Not enough for you
Is my face always the same
Well have you ever thought to wonder why?
I didn't think so
Maybe that's why
It's so hard to write.
