At 7 years old,
I wandered around in gold.
The world is beautiful,
I was fooled.
At 16 years old,
I wondered, where would I go?
Time crept past and life went on.
Just a year later,
I ponder, day and night,
What am I doing with life.
I lost my gold,
And everything pastel turned ghoul.
Demons no longer hid under my bed,
But rather, those triple sixes formed above my head.
I became the darkness I always feared,while everyone else, with their black that painted me jeered.
