I may seem strong
But my mask won't last long
My pain will become visible
I'll be miserable
My tears will stain my cheeks
It will take weeks
Before I can smile
I'll frown for quite awhile
The world will be seen in black and white
As though color was ripped from my sight
Fantasy will become the new reality
If we continue to hate everything we see
Then soon that'll be what'll become of me
And I'll be able to truthfully say
To anyone in the future who may
Ask why I'm this way
"I haven't changed,
You just see me differently"
When in all actuality
I'll simply be shell of my former self
Because if we continue
That'll be what'll become of me
