• i wear a mask
    every day a new one
    i see the true world at last
    monkey, spire, grape bunch
    i make them of paper for filler, screams for glue
    walk through the halls crying, no one sees
    my father in my room at night, my mother flees
    she knows
    no one knows
    she knows
    my tears will be the unglue
    my bullet will be true