Getting Out Of Rebekah's Mind

I'm trying, okay?
Once in a while I'll disappoint you
because my mask doesn't stay clean long enough
I know you hate how over-dramatic I can be,
twisting everything into lyrics,
into a candy cane of your days,
telling you how sad I am,
how the concept of myself is rusting away
from sugar and antidepressants
I keep staring straight into emotion's eyes
(I've never been afraid of eye contact with these blue diamonds)
And suddenly I'm so afraid that if I don't tell
people will never know
and if people never know
everyone can prove I'm crazy
S**t, here I am in your mind again
I always end up talking to you in these poems
about the lists of things I hate
and the people who stole the ceiling
Maybe if I could just get up and leave this town,
because my dreams are lying naked in the streets
Remember when I looked in Emma's camera lens at Walgreens?
Now my mother's face is in that same aisle
and I have no desire to see the stars
What's up there anyway?