Rose-Colored Glasses
I saw the world through disoriented shades,
followed along with everyones schemes.
The world felt like a playgroud,
saw the moon and sun unite in my dreams.
Once I removed my rose-colored glasses,
my monochrome universe was filled with helpless screams.
I was so young and vulnerable,
the light in my eyes disappeared.
I grew as person,
from the things I feared.
I'm treated differently now,
payed the price for a mind that's cleared.
That rose-colored world I knew,
living without it felt so weird.