Personal Optics

When I was young, I saw the world Through glasses lined with sparkling pearls. Shaded blush and tinted rose, Where everything was good as gold. But later when it faded light, Darkness covered up my sight. The world was wrong and cold and new, A slap in the face with a lackluster hue. And wearily I tread my path with Misery upon my back. Longed for vision, something sweet, Tinted right, with rosy cheeks. When came upon my only need, My heart yet sighed for cause to grieve. No fulfillment takes me there, So broken down, beyond repair. And now, I wish, that I was just me. To take off the glasses and with my own eyes, see.