Riverbank

I washed myself in a river made of sand
As the tears rusted to gold
I lived my life in spite of them
And now my insides feel so old

Is it me who bled?
Or is it the kid I held within?
Is it me who shed
My crystalline scaled skin?

I kept the words they said
Locked up just like a flame
And it burned me when I said
What they used to say
I gave them oxygen
And now I feel just like them
But I'm not like them

I washed myself in a river made sand
As the dreams were bought and sold
I lived my life for no one else
Now my innards have become cold