I can’t tell you that this outside expression is not me
It never happened
shiny fingernails and pale hair. I am an idol
Dream. Just a paper-thin intention. Coaxing words from my own lips I participate in,
oh! – a pageantry.
I’m not reading any lines. I’m tied to them.
If I had a knife I would cut the cords but I am terrified of everything
This little voice singing. Play along! Play along!