walking down these halls,
quiet, lonely, and black.
they're like me, misunderstood.
thought to be tough and full of laughter,
they're dressed up so much,
they're "pretty" and bright.
papers covering every crack
just to hide the imperfection.
every thought of happiness is there.
but they're not.
they're not happy and bright,
they're full of hurt and sorrow.
grieving, most of all.
the cracks wouldn't be there,
if the world were more bearable.
the imperfections are trophies
of that crazy world.
it's forced to smile all the time.
people have stapled, taped, and screwed
the painful smile on.
never allowed to frown.
an evil smile of my own,
i reeve the drill in my hand.
laughing like a lunatic
as i change that wall to my satisfaction.
quiet, lonely, and black.
they're like me, misunderstood.
thought to be tough and full of laughter,
they're dressed up so much,
they're "pretty" and bright.
papers covering every crack
just to hide the imperfection.
every thought of happiness is there.
but they're not.
they're not happy and bright,
they're full of hurt and sorrow.
grieving, most of all.
the cracks wouldn't be there,
if the world were more bearable.
the imperfections are trophies
of that crazy world.
it's forced to smile all the time.
people have stapled, taped, and screwed
the painful smile on.
never allowed to frown.
an evil smile of my own,
i reeve the drill in my hand.
laughing like a lunatic
as i change that wall to my satisfaction.
