Pretty face to please all the masses lower, middle, and upper classes But they can’t tell from outside my glasses if they’re wrinkles or just wet lashes I find it hard to say the words that trap themselves in my mind Secretly wondering behind the curtains Is it okay to hide behind these blinds? Twenty four hours are short I’d be calling it a day by midnight, a pretentious “alright” won’t solve going berserk during daylight Not just a pretty piece of nature for show, flowers need warmth and water to grow a little sunshine to glow and I, some time to process life’s throes.