What happened to confusion and oversleeping? 

What happened to all nighters and the magic of Cheeto dust?

And where did color disappear? 

 Minimalism taken over everything, at every glance a different shade of brown, 

I am unsure of  how much longer I can keep up with pastels.

Everyone around appears to admire the life they’ve built.

And although inconvenient, I’ll rally up the rest of my strength for a fake face,

and I suppose I am able to put on a show too, I'll bottle it all up and abstain from emotions.

I'm capable of avoiding colors altogether and going all natural, even keeping my mouth from all things not green.