XIII

III

You who seems

Different

From the others.

I once thought

That your facade

Was at the upmost bizarre.

You clung to me

As if I were

Your everything.

Your beginning

And

Your end.

Who straightens you

When you bend.

I once thought

Identical to you.

You were my beginning

My end

Who caught me now and again.

And you still are.

I felt nauseous

As I put on the role

Of the protagonist's ally.

I felt even worse

When it satisfied you.

But you,

You made it easier

To bleed out my colours.

And you

Who still loved me

Stood beside me,

Strengthened me

Repaired me

Stayed with me.

Continue to do this

As our distance stands strong

And our worlds are no longer the same.

Since you've been gone

I've been tainted

By these wicked fiends,

And you are no longer here

To purify me.

So I've put my mask back on

And sealed tight my colours

But do not feel as though you've lost me

If anything, you've saved me

From the vainness of society.

And I will run to you, and show you

How bright my colours have gotten

As they were hidden away.

And reveal to you

This new face of mine

And how it's longed to see you.

Your differentness runs through my mind

And it's not a bad thing.