I know there’s times I’m a cold blue

and the worry and the ghostly rage

spin up in a hungry riptide pulling me away

or the sadness can com

and the kindling flickers up

making my fire flare in some dark way


but look at me

that face is not for you


You don’t deserve what seems to be coming

out of every pore of my skin

You’ve got nothing to do

for the maelstrom I’ve found myself in


and it’s on me

that it’s on you


but look at me now

this face is now for you


the one with the smiles and the laughter

and the tears that don’t come from that other place

Yes this visage I wear is the one for you

the one that I need to stay on my face….