I wish I never had a face, a canvas artificial paint
So tainted by the false beliefs, that others hold of me
I wish I could eliminate the minutiae of social grace
Embittered by the smile of etiquette ignored by me
A paradox in corridors, I wipe the dark, I slash the floor
Escape for me, for me, for me
A paradox in corridors...
I wish I never had a face, with minds and hearts I've laid to waste
Excrutiating shame in who I am and tried to be
I wish I never left a trace of mismatched body, soul and face
A misspent word is overheard, spreading poison, wildfire burns