the constant justification
the searching for approval
the longing,
the longing to be liked

down the drain in toy town
a tax exile on cartoon street
badly animated handshakes
for those that you meet

i wanted to ask about smile
the one you wear in your picture
why does it always look like –
a grimace instead

i am beautiful
and though my dreams –
may be a balloon –
that eventually floats away

i never expected life –
to be a bowl of cherries
and to be truthful,
i am not that keen on cherries anyway

you gave the label freely
but never did understand that –
i wore it so very uncomfortably

it’s over
and though the pain –
will turn to embers –
over a period of time

i tried expressing myself
but somebody –
wanted me to be somebody else
take the rough with the smooth