Put On My

Bad temper,
Short fuse.
I try anger,
But I lose.

I feel the tears,
There pricking at my eyes.
I'm not one of those girls,
That usually cries.

So I put on my angry face,
With nothing to say.
I put on my angry face,
And make it look like it's you that has to pay.

Big smile,
Happy girl.
Try... sustain the pleasure,
But the tears still burn.

How I wish I could fake it so easily,
The way you used to do to me.
I try but I can see,
Through my fake plastisity

So I put on the bored face,
And try to show you I don't care.
But I really wanted to cry,
When you weren't there.

When the burning anger is released,
Once a month maybe once a year.
I cry and I cry.
All those how waxy tears.

Little girl,
Plastic face.
Plastic legs...
Plastic waste.

Then is when I realise,
The pain it takes to tell the truth.
I don't remember past the lies.
Because I'm not fool proof.

I'll be you manequin doll,
Never able to move.
Don't use me or abuse me,
Because I'm not a tool.