Bright and colorful
Sprinkled with smiles
And subtle melodies
Nice gestures
And pleasant policies
But in just one concealed blob,
The colours started to fade
And the smile turned two-faced.
In that just one blob,
The melodies turned to a deafening silence
And the gestures, a trap in the dark.
The truth now so hard to see
Was placed in my hands;
A sharp knife to cut myself free,
but which instead bled my hands and sliced my feet.
It's no wonder
That I feel as if I can't breathe.
My deepest wish,
that I would simply cease to be.
