Everything was fine before, 
But something's different now.
What is it,
That tiny, microscopic shift?

I used to handle problems with ease,
I used to know a world of opportunity,
I used to keep living
Because dying simply wasn't an option,
Because that was my role in society
And I would do my part to maintain order
The way I knew it to be maintained.

But I hit a breaking point,
I can't be sure when,
But the sunshine and smiles were stripped away,
And I saw death
And fear,
And sadness.
And my walls fell for just a second,
Enough time for my childish innocence to be corrupted,
Enough time to destroy the world as I knew it.

But I still feel like I can't complain,
That my pain is nothing compared to others'.
I feel like I have to keep going,
Though nobody's forcing me to.

I hit a breaking point,
I can't be sure when,
But there's death and fear everywhere,
And it's in me.
I hate it,
The fear,
The anger, 
The sadness.
I hate everything that makes me 
Who I am,
Why I am,
But nobody knows it,
Much less cares about it,
And I'll keep this mask on,
Keep the charade going,
Until somebody guesses it right.