I woke up to a sight of dreadful memories,
Lingering around with joyful tones,
chasing my peace for some chaos—
Inflicting back the pain to the bones.

It was a "never thought of" situation,
as healing seems to be good enough,
But in the midst of some realizations—
"I might be still just blurting out bluffs"

I still woke up to a sight of horrid regrets,
concealed in muted yellow paint,
And I thought a hint of crimson blush
would hide it all—
But it still peek through with glorious taint.

I'm after the rumbling butterflies in my stomach,
Trying to hide away the troublesome pain,
And now I admit am a great liar—
Pretending to be really good, again.