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Our heads turn up from pink and white roses to that black and blue sky as our innocent smiles turn to honest tears. We slowly depend on that makeup we'd make fun of with our misused humor That turns to dark thoughts shared over the darkness that I used to breathe in... I now choke on it. I've forgotten how to smile that beautiful, pure, glimmering smile that used to grace my face. Was I supposed to keep it? I must have thrown it away to make room for what everyone else wants. Now that they've changed their minds, and they know that my changes are permanent, they leave me in the dust to rot. Some stay. but the shittier I get, the more people are tempted to let me go and join that group of "the better people". My outer beauty turned in, my care for outer self lessens. It takes more energy than I have to stay beautiful, outside and in.
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