• Leaning over this porcelain salvation
    Screaming into its emptiness
    While mascara is running down
    A less than perfect face.
    Spilling out mistakes again
    That I wish could be undone
    But thinning tears foreshadow
    What is only yet to come.
    So now comes the best part
    That's been under lock and key-
    The part where I tell everyone
    That it's just make-believe.
    But behind closed doors
    Is my distant truth.
    And these doors are like glass-
    God, I hope they can't see through.
    But I suppose you can't hide
    What cannot be seen-
    Like words beneath my pillow
    We'll pretend it's just a dream