If you knew me or could really see me,
What would you really find?
Inside my soul, within my earth.
Beneath the dirt, among the worms.
In the darkness of my wonderland
Would you seek the best of me
And hold it to the light
Or could you find the worst of me
The bits I seek to leave behind
poker faces were made to lie
Your words chew at me from inside,
Hands wash clean.
Clowns and jokers screams obscene.
Is this really me?