Beige

When we hang out,
It's game face,
So we'll fall in,
The masquerade.

The horrors persist,
But I can charm them away.
Let's pretend,
I've got a normal brain.

Really,
It's all the same.

I'm not insane,
Just a person,
That's in pain.

But I won't wear it,
On my face,
And you'll pretend,
You can't taste.

"Lovely meal"
You will say.

"Thanks"
I'll say,
"It's spiced with shame"

Who needs a spoon,
When you've got a spade.
So I'll bury it inside,
An unmarked grave.

In lieu of being brave,
I'll exchange it for,
Some social grace.

I'd rather you,
Think me beige,
Than get to know,
All of my shades.