SOUL ACHE BUT WHY EXACTLY

Every morning
there is this picture
Framed by the mirror
In her bathroom
PUT ON YOUR SMILE
CHOSE THE RIGHT OUTFIT
NOW GO AHEAD
doubtlessly
it has become a part of her
This sense of fragility
a place of ache
She cannot explain
Not even to herself

It’s not always bad, no
But it still makes her feel
As if life
Was a stage
every day a page
In her script
And it all depends
On her performance
Of today
Sometimes

HEY IT WAS WORTH THE PRICE
THE ACTRESS WAS NICE
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE A WORD
WITH HER
BUT I DON’T DARE

Before she sleeps
with her thoughts spinning around
in vain she tries
To mesure her day
She cannot help but feel
She’s waisting
herself
She cannot do
But longing to taste
Something more
If she ever could
She would
Do anything
Not to live herself empty

(ju)