Where were these things
When I was younger
These defense mechanisms
Seem to ripen with age
What used to be
Such empty clutter
Now there are props
To a rather grandiose stage
Velvet curtains hid my
True intentions skewed
The fancy lighting
Seems to brighten beige
Which is my creativity
Lost to open sea
Raped of all its uses
Now I’m empty
Devoid of thought
Wrapped in ancient gothic cloth
So no one can ever see
How useless I’ve become
How scared and cast aside
My naivety has taken its toll
And I’m naked underneath it all
A scared little girl
Thrown out in the world
But given no means to survive
No wings do I have
To fly from this nest
So I must crawl instead
Thank god for illusions
I’ve cast mine well
Smoke and mirrors and such
Thick trimmings
And lighting and fancy technology
It’s new to me
Where were these things
When I was younger
These falsities
Seem to ripen with age
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