all i have to do to succeeed is
close my mouth. don't let food in
don't let words out. don't let teeth show
just smile a half smile all day long
a little crescent moon hanging like a puppet
from my telltale eyes. what's the point
of smiling when mascara runs down my face
streaking it dirty black, unclean, unpure,
unhappy. like me if i eat something. and
just outside is the pure white snow, clean
looking and beautiful and like i want to be
but i know that snow has acid inside and will
kill you if you eat too much of it, like anything
else. except it's in disguise. it's calorie free.
it's white and empty and yet full of poison
like me, i guess. pure empty full of poison.