A Walking Travesty

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
but I'm smiling at everything
More than a handful of moments
that I wish I could change
or erase from history
And a tongue that cuts
deeper than a blade.

It's clear to see
I'm not who I used to be.
This city of fools
has changed me for good
but the deeper meaning
is not yet understood.

Oh how I wish it would change
But that's not how it goes.
So I guess I'll fade
And disappear to the shadows
where I've always been.