14-6-10
Play dough lips tell made up secrets,
Just to make the spaghetti squirm in your head,
And finger painting wasn’t meant to be a life lesson
for the kid who got pushed out of the way
‘you’ll never (ever) make a mark on the world,
you worthless piece of”

Playtime always ends a mess,
It looks all so innocent – toys
strewn all across the floor,
There’s nothing innocent about playing doctor.

Imaginary friends help you to live,
Inside a world without all the other kids,
Who steal your crayons and push you aside
and take your turn and deliver the
“you’ll never [ever] make a mark on the world,
you worthless piece of”

Playtime always ends a mess,
It looks all so innocent – toys
strewn all across the floor,
There’s nothing innocent about playing doctor.

“You’re already so good at pretending,
A perfect candidate for the unimaginable,
Start imagining now, kid, you’re somewhere else,
You’re not being manipulated and hurt,
And stop thinking, stop thinking,
‘Even being picked on by the bigger kids
is so much better than this, than this’”

Playtime always ends a mess,
It looks all so innocent – toys
strewn all across the floor,
If only you knew what I hid in the drawer.

Playtime always ended a mess,
None of it was near innocent,
as my insides writhed,
I, a young child, simply forgot to cry.