Stayed up all night,
Doing something I hate.

But why?

My once rosy cheeks fade into a sickly,
Indescribable shade.

It's black.
It's white.
It's grey.
It's sad.
It's stressed.
I'm exhausted.

But you don't know.
Rose colors and brushes,
Hiding the crumbling,
Hiding the dark circles,
Hiding the grey,
Hiding my breaking point.