I was not what they wanted.
It was getting harder to be what they needed.
My image was slipping.
The pink dripped into black.
Change was occurring.
They looked at me strangely.
I looked in the mirror.
I did not know what I was either.
YOU ARE READING
Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
