Smile my dear, they say
As she peels her eyes open to another day.
Not girly, but her dress of pain,
flows around and around, and the anchors,
Bouncing around, arms in the air,
letting it all go,
rain falling on her face, going with the flow.
Waters full of chemicals, burning her skin,
and people trying to reach and help her,
but she’s not letting them in.
Her body has turned against her,
sores and wounds lie open, and it bleeds
infected memories, filling her soul with
the blood of her past and until its emptied,
she’ll never truly be free.
Look at the crown of lovely, they place on her soft hair.
Try and cover the ugly.
Paint it up, brush it down, it just doesn’t seem fair.
Stop wishing she would come around, and
leave her where she lays.
She’ll either get up or die,
And it may not be today.
So, go on, move forward spinning,
she dances to that music too;
An anthem of the chaos,
that has always rang true.
Spinning round and round, in this dress of pain….