Not Your Doll
Smiles to go,
Nobody can know
That behind every smile
Is something quite vile
I live to please
So I hide all of these:
Every sneeze, every wheeze;
And I smile when teased
But behind the curtain
I’m feeling uncertain…
This isn’t the real me.
Sometimes sadness sweeps
Inside a Me that just weeps
Day and night,
There’s no light—
I thought I’d sow what I reap
Thought if I smile, they’ll smile
And it’ll last for a while,
But the smile’s starting to fall
And fall....
And fall.....
I gave it my all,
But I can’t be your doll
So let me go free
'Cause that isn’t the real me.