I have seen too much trouble
Weight, heavy in my heart
Gravity yanking at tears all the day long
I smear ivory peach
over the purple and red under my eyes
and muster up enough of a placid gaze
to deter questions
Notwithstanding,
the twenty-somes are hitting on me
relentlessly
I’m so low
and don’t understand the beauty they see
and frankly don’t give a damn
What they want isn’t there
They don’t care about me
Bastards like these are the reason I’m empty