Be Kind

There's that familiar twist in my guts

Cold, clammy hands

Feel I'm damned

Should've figured as much

When green, glassy eyes

Feed me lies

And I tried to be tough

But now I fumble, falter

Every feather's plucked

'Cause I feel like a child

Every time you cast that smile

'Cause I know

It's all for show

And I feel like hound

Every time you turn around

I follow suit

To appease you

There's that familiar cold in the breeze

Try to shake it off

I check the clock

But like a disease

I'm preempting the spreading

Of horror and unease

Make another plea

Stop the screams

Your cries are in my dreams

And I'm weak at the knees

Like a hurt little bird

Whose song will not be heard

'Cause I feel like a child

Every time you cast that smile

'Cause I know

It's all for show

And I feel like hound

Every time you turn around

I follow suit

To appease you