Embers Of a Dying Heart

Mirage

Crying at the piano...

I play a note too high.

Wanting to fly.

But it follows a down.

And off goes my crown.

Ripped tights, tattered gown.

I frown, quickly being masked by a smile.

In my mouth builds up bile.

Who am I?!

A toy, a game...

Who am I?!

A joy, in vain...

Who am I?!

A girl, in pain

Who am I?!

I'm me...But who is me?

I hear my name and turn in glee.

But my heart falters and flees.

Am I really what you see?

But what do you really see?

See what I choose to show...

Happiness, power, everything glows...

A thick patch of leaves...

Red, yellow, green.

Red, anger...For ones who tend to badger.

Red, yellow, green.

Yellow, happiness, so cute yet so shallow.

Red, yellow, green.

Green, sadness, simple and clean, rarely seen.