Funny Hand

You pulled down the mask And I beheld at last The frown in folded cheeks Released through the weeks I turn my gaze away And find nothing to say Someday I'll face it No longer be shapeless It's not my time yet There's things I still don't get I barely have learned to shave I only wish to misbehave I'll snap at the first chance A kick in the guts to dance On a slippery floor and wet I'm sure you shall forget Who dealt this funny hand? We will rise from teenage wasteland