contrarily, I could go back to being the person before you I'd be sad and distraught; yet strong and stone-hearted a be-woe-tiful creature to behold, me! as I am. I wouldn't worry about losing faith or being loved. For it serves me no purpose. as long as I'm closed off I'd be safe from the disaster of the possibilities being robbed of me or the ignorance I'd feign an interesting puzzle to solve and to carry, a pain if you think about it, I could've been an overachiever- maybe decaying? and to rain on your parade I could even be a beauty with brain! I'd love but be wary of how much I gain and spend my days being out of touch, miserable; in the ignorance I'd feign but I'm a puzzle to solve and to carry, a pain so treat me so don't pretend my life was in vain paint me in sorrow and put an end to this game.