The tinderbox (of a heart)

“You can’t say I’m not human

but every hour and minute and second and beyond can pass me by 

I’m really anything but bland

But what you see is what you get when

I parade my silhouette down rhodeo drive 

And you can look inside

There is a light that shines

Under the pale white smile

You could say I’ve got some fame

Well I go out to lunch with actors now and then

And when I go home I’m still the same 

And there’s really nothing there

When I look into the mirror I see really nothing here

But a face and name 

And you can leave me here

For where the glitter lay

There is a battlefield 

And you can leave me here

I have no enemies

Only reality 

If I was anybody then

I was a nobody to most

But that was better

Now I’m everybody all the time 

And I am miserable

Under the pretty shell

There are a thousand holes…”