Life’s Throes

Pretty face to please all the masses
lower, middle, and upper classes
But they can’t tell from outside my glasses
what are wrinkles and what are wet lashes

I find it hard to say the words
that trap themselves in my mind
Secretly wondering behind the curtains
Is it okay to hide behind these blinds?

Twenty four hours are short
I’d be calling it a day by midnight,
a pretentious “alright” won’t solve
going berserk during daylight

Not just a pretty piece of nature for show,
flowers need warmth and water to grow
a little sunshine to glow
and I, some time to process life’s throes.