I Paint My Face

I Paint My Face,

To Share My Pain

I Paint My Face,

To Feel Sane

I Paint My Face,

So They Can See

I Paint My Face,

Because Just Me...

Can Be Too Much,

Can Feel Too Deep

Can Make Me Spiral,

Can Cost Me Sleep

The Constant Spinning in My Head

Can Leave Me Wishing I Were Dead

When I Put on My Face Paint,

It's Like It Lifts The Weight

Removes The Snapchat Filter

The Twisted, Cruel Self-Hate

Instead I Find My People

The Ones Who Hurt Like Me

And When I Use My Face Paint

It Helps Others To See

That Pain Beneath The Surface

Though Hidden Is Profound

And Through The Constant Bleeding

We Rarely Make A Sound

We Don't Just Want Attention

But Simply To Be Heard

So When I Wear My Face Paint

It Speaks Louder Than Words