Swallow down my words,
like needles they prick your throat,
hitting your stomach,
much too sharp to digest.
It was never promised I was nice,
or that my smile wasn't like Mona Lisas',
painted on to look pretty.
Let me show you the brink of my existence,
have you peer down into the cavernous crack
that is my heart.
My fulsome attitude
will cause me to wink,
sneak up behind you and pull you in.
like needles they prick your throat,
hitting your stomach,
much too sharp to digest.
It was never promised I was nice,
or that my smile wasn't like Mona Lisas',
painted on to look pretty.
Let me show you the brink of my existence,
have you peer down into the cavernous crack
that is my heart.
My fulsome attitude
will cause me to wink,
sneak up behind you and pull you in.

