I'd say that my youth is yours
but honestly, the truth is worse;
I can say things or more in verse
yet, it feels like this life's a curse.
So of course I'd rather give it away
to someone who would hold it tight
and value it as if to make me stay
when, really, truly, I'm not alright.
No, even though I smile, I'm not okay.
Behind my eyes, things are not bright.
The world is more than shades of grey
but for that I just see shades of night.
If you look inside this happy shell
to the me who plays a shining knight,
I think you'll find something worse;
Perhaps not all that's blinding's white.
