paint my lips a cherry red,

with the blood leaking from my wrists.

try on a small smile,

to see if the dirty secret quite fits.

wrap me in a silver bow,

my mind is terrifying inside.

keep that a secret though,

they can't know you've already died.

short skirts and pastel colors,

but it all looks grey,

remember the words carved into your skin,

it's what the normal people say.

put the plastic in your eyes,

it'll fool them into thinking they're still bright.

and never forget the above,

in the norm world, it's how you'll thrive.