Looking in the mirror, I see me and laugh with glee
     Grabbing the can from under the sink, I paint
     what every person wants to see. I only imitate.
Walking on sunshine, I hum to the sound of the bees
with happiness flowing through me. I can’t believe this is reality.
          People walk the streets. Do you think they can see what I erased?
          Or is it just that the paint has become engraved?
Smiles are repaid back, adding to this dream!

Are they like me? Do they possess my drawn-on tattoo?
Step by step, I feel springs changing my feet into a fun beat.
Clicking, hitting the street, making me feel alive and complete
     Red cracking, chipping, breaking, as achieving what I must pursue
     to repay. All that I must give so they can take it too.
Faces, smiles, and everything go by as they enter today’s receipt.
Bliss is all I feel, helping, improving, doing what I do. The human action that is never obsolete.
     Empty from all that I gave, but this is all that I knew.

The lines all just got a little shaken and hazy

     “Smile like you mean it,” the universe
     screams while I go crazy.
     I pretend it’s all a sunshine fantasy, but in reverse,
     a crimson grin seeped with pain, pressure, anxiety; wilting the daisies.
     Red smile and cackling become a memory while being taken away in a hearse.