Notice
Why do I blush my cheeks?
You won't notice.
I know you won't notice.
Why do I line my eyes?
I hope you don't notice the lines.
You won't notice the lines.
Why do I gloss my lips?
I pray you won't notice
my glossed over words.
Maybe you won't notice
how I gloss my words.
Why do I paint my nails?
I hope you don't notice
how I've painted my life.
Maybe you won't notice
how I've painted my life
around you.
Why do I dress up nice?
I doubt you'll notice
that I've dressed my wounds.
You won't notice
how I've dressed my wounds
that you've inflicted.
Why do I buckle my high heels?
I don't think you'll notice
how my knees buckle.
You won't notice
how my knees buckle and
I've buckled my lips
to hold in the screams
that you've drawn from me.
Maybe you won't notice
my screams.
You never, ever notice
anymore.