Jaded

I want to lock myself away, 

Schedule. Every second for me, 

Breadcrumbs of a slain heart 

Lead me to cracked glasses 

I poured my care into, 

Until there was none left for me. 

Am I the problem? 

Do I succumb to their beliefs? 

Outward motions of love 

Have lead me near reclusion, 

But I never learn; 

Like a child unwavering 

To Christmas, 

I latch to that sliver of good, 

But it’s an illusion, 

A manipulation,

When will I grow out of these rose coloured glasses?