Paint me perfect on your wall.
Deep wine lips, erase the flaw.
Pearly white teeth that I have always hidden.
You’ll see a smile I view as forbidden.
Glossy nails that shine the sky.
Long white dress; purity can’t lie.
I wore a realistic mask so you couldn’t see
the bright, wide smile wasn’t from me.
This concrete wall right off the grave
has written across, “the girl who didn’t behave”.
You read my shirt, “just looking for trouble”.
Yet, I never agreed to disobey the bible.
You yell, “turn around,” but I can’t move.
The dress is too tight; that’s what insanity can do.
You’ll paint me perfect but the picture hides
all the secrets deep inside.