game face

You wouldn't like me,
if you met me now.
I'm not that little girl you once knew,
kneeling down beside that pew.

Once upon a time
I was pale as white
only failure being blood from my crown.

I put on that face
and I smiled along
and you fed me my lines,
told me what to say.

And those words because faith
and that faith became life
and that life was a lie.

That life was a lie
the little pills told.

Pills I drank w. communion wine,
swallowed all the same:
lies, stories, 'truths',
and you.

I had a lot of fun,
living for you.

I've had more fun
running from you.

The narrow road
is a hunters path.
Do you see the way
thru the brush?
Do you see the way
thru the truth?

God, forgive me now.
I can't stand the sight
of who I've become.

You wouldn't like me now,
I'm not that little girl
on the narrow road.