Cynical

Over time, the rose-tinted sunglasses get replaced...by a bitter truth, which is reality.

Renouncing your throne
Abandoning your claims
I’m walking away
From you? Or myself?
I do not know.
Instilled in me
The honey sweet dream
Is nothing
Bled into a sad sorry world
Bitter reality devoured what was once me
Swallowed by a cloud of disarray
Created by liquid somebodys,
Catering wolves,
And renowned leeches
For their shape shifting abilities.
Almost reveling in my cynical mindset
Gloating in my glory for I have caged the ambiguity,
The angry silence,
And the fabricated.