I smile on the outside, sunny and bright.

But my tears starts rolling off my cheeks at night.

I surround myself with talking, mocking teens.
Play a part in a role without wings.

Yet here I am.
Alone on a desert of glass sand.
Feet cutting the ground.
Nowhere to run; from which I will be found.

My hands tied to my back.
My brain already hijacked.
My head is spinning in circles and waves,

Stepping into my own grave.

And then all at once it is gone.
Black as darks as night. White as pure as a swan.
And I lay down, forgotten by the world.
With my body and mind furiously curled.