I hate it when my
world of beautiful,
vibrant color is
suddenly
cast
into shades of
grey.

I hate it when
I
can't
tell
who is saying what,
and if
any
of it
is true.

I hate it when my
simplicity
is shattered
without
regard
to how things where,
and how
I
want
them.

I hate it when
everyone
is looking out
only
for
themselves.

I try to protect
your
hearts:
why cant you help guard
mine?