Look at this

my great life

but still I'm slipping

down to Hell

the Spindle on the spinning wheel

The Apple a Wishing Well

wishing I could be a better me and not to me I'm used to being

hiding behind a mask

for so long we couldn't remove them without tearing our skin

I cry under my sleeves

and wipe my eyes to dry

slap on smile

and add a dot of glinting eyes

cover up my feelings

with this perfect little lie