smile for the camera, they say
smile to look good, they say
so I do that
with my desperation at bay;
melancholy locked away
and all my flowers on my dress
I cake my face with gold
and paint my hair silver
it blinds them while I wither
for dreams, for rain
for a moment in my skin
And I dance under the chandelier,
playing songs about sunshine
so they can stare;
at my body full of spring
with leaves ever so green
masking my brutal blues clean
and they don't let me go raw
for sad girls don't fit in their culture
so I take screenshots of despair
and put them under the cover
