Becoming You
You glue your eyelids shut
The image of pain is cut
You dye your hair in bleach
Happiness out of reach
You're rotten to the core
You fight it more and more
They are becoming you
You spit on everything true
Your opinions are your mask
Held close just like your flask
The world is now so numb
You deny what you've become
You dispose of your disguise
Only to find that you have died
Your hollow beliefs are filled
Just like the grave you have built
You uncover the irony
This poem is about me
I'll melt down my empathy
And mold myself to be complete
