War Paint

I painted this paint on my face
Brick by Brick
I'm tainted and strengthened
Confined in a candy shell
Having learned the art of not caring
Or appearing not to
I went to the corner store and bought these colors
When I realized I had no time
To deal with insult and injury
I have chafed from the weight of this globe on my head
And attempted to throw it in a mud hole
I couldn't quite do it
Though I wanted to tell quite a few to go to hell
I realized I still care
I hate myself for it
But I can still pretend that I don't
By simply turning up my nose and looking as busy as possible.

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