I wake up and put on my face
Because that's the only way
To get through all these lonely days
And navigate another social exchange
“How are you?” “Oh I'm fine!”
“I really can't complain!”
“Hey, do you have the time?”
These people, all the same
Fix my face, fix my face
Don't look out of place
Fix my face, fix my face
Never ever let it break
Fix the fake, fade away
They love a pretty face
Fix my face, fade away
I had a guy for a while
Who really knew how to make me smile
But my dysfunctional tendencies
Get the best of me
I'm always in my own way
Can someone help me please
Always on my knees
Lord knows it isn't to pray
But nobody cares
Hell yeah, I've been there
Just sleeping the day away
Wishing that someone would stay
Hiding all of my heart breaks
Guess I need to put on my face
Fix my face, fix my face
Don't look out of place
Fix my face, fix my face
Never ever let it break
Fix the fake, fade away
They love a pretty face
Fix my face, fade away
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
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