I still have everything you gave me, The smile The word play And the reasoning. The things that make the thing Seem less like a thing. Because if things were actually things Then my feelings would be a thing But it's not a real thing Or even something I can bear. My mother taught me how to paint Paint my face with a smile She said nobody, I mean nobody Cared about the thing I want to not be a thing. Because the thing only matters to me I can make it so that thing is near Or I can make it so that thing seem far But what my mother never said Or maybe I just wasn't listening Is how to make that thing disappear Vanish like it never exists Fixed in a perfect way That's the only thing She didn't leave me But I have everything else she left me.