Paint my world in hues of grey,

life is not what it seems today….

I’m floating on the ceiling,

and I can’t shake this feeling….

Can’t seem to drown the butterflies,

Instead I’ll just slip on my disguise….

Now I’ll walk around with a smile,

go that extra distance into denial…..

I’ll hold my head up as I walk by,

nobody will be able to decipher the lie….

Like they would really care anyway,

it’s all just part of the game I play….

So forgive me if I seem conceited and proud,

it’s just a fabrication; …….A shroud…..

All of it just to cover up the misery that is me,

when the truth of it all is that… well… I’m empty………….