The mood ring on my finger gives no hint towards my tone So I wear it like a wedding ring, to prove I feel alone. The clothes I choose to dress in fail to show my disposition But I wear them fit to drown in, not to feel like I am threatened. My tears would smudge my make-up if I painted pure my face, So I wear my smile like face paint and make gladness my facade; The fairy on my necklace would suggest I'm immature, But I wear it to elate myself when life becomes a chore. The bracelets round my wrist seem to indicate I'm weird, So I wear them far more often to look brave beyond my fears. The socks extended to my knees assert an air of 'cool' But I wear them artificially to hide proof that I'm a fool. The hearts I tattoo on my hand suggest a need for intimacy So I wear them as a symbol of my needy vulnerability. The bag I carry on my back has certified I'm strong But I wear it like the baggage of a life that's almost gone. The silky scarf upon my neck has proven that I'm classy, So I wear it as replacement for a rope when life is crappy. The wand I pinned upon my belt says, like a child, "I'm weak," But I wear it as my evidence - I've grown beyond defeat.