“Natural” is on my skin

I wear it every day

Some days I lather it on thick

To stun and then decay

An “act” moves fast to show my past

And stick the landing twice

To win a friend is in the end

The nicest way to die

When the world stayed in to pray

My skin was free to breathe

How cruel to let open pores sing

Without an audience

As the space will grow between

My acts and shiny skin

Who will let you be alive

Before ending themselves

That did not rhyme so bonus round

To satisfy your ears

My blanket tastes like statements made

Before there were no fears

Tragedy could plague us all

If acting natural

Unless we drop our faces made

For social beck and call