but of course the truth is sadder still
forced to dance with strangers –
under constant mental shellfire
and blinkered emotional danger

Chord i struck a chord i found a nerve i felt, a sigh of relief after all, is it not … More

always looked on
but never had the courage to take part
what is a sleeve for –
if not to display your heart?

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