I can't find the child I was once familiar with
With the swollen cheeks and a face that beamed with energy
It was simply a temporary gift
One that radiated glee
One that wished to find everyone's interests and mold into one
One that lead down to multiple positive paths
But nowadays, I find myself within my own wrath
Lost within myself
Lost within a haze of what I can assume a assumption of a play
I find myself playing with myself like I'm a double sided tape
I used to understand everything like it was as clear as the spring's water in the day
But now lost within a maze with no exit
Yet, I'm on display like an animal's exhibit
The fragile mindset of a child's lingers deep inside of me
Tired of waking and letting the whole world view and see
And they're too good for me anyways, you see?
All these monsterous prophecies can't see the light it me
They all like me until I act out in front of them and they dislike me being a normal human being?

I look down the road
There lies the toad
I can see the path ending
My death pending
Goodbye. :)