I wake up in the morning to the reflection of a madman

A monster and a saint built into one hideous body

A girl who is the poster child for selflessness

And a girl too selfish to stop from doing wrong

I'm the circus tent of short-lived childhood dreams

A colorful canvas and a strange sort of darkness

A smile that shines bright until it surely fades away

And a flower that has died from the loss of a sunshine's rays

I'm a 17 year old screw up  gone mad from perfection

A liberty bell worn from the oil of many a fingertip or hand

A golden girl turned to a girl of common people's silver

And a currency without a sense of coveted worthiness

I wake up in the morning to the reflection of a madman

A beast with a smear of red lipstick on its muzzle

A fairy that's has lost her lustrious fairy wings

And a girl that's done too  much hoping for pessimism