Why do you need to be fixed?
Broken glass looks beautiful
under sunlight bliss.

Why hide behind a tree?
When you can climb it
And the vast sky see.

And why ghost a smile?
Just like yesterday,
You know, it's been a while,
Since you meant, "I'm okay."

And so why, why, why,
Keep up with the same, old lie?
Change that view---
Your monsters, are not you.