Pay the Cost

Why does it look like I'm crying

When I should be perfectly fine?

Why are the vultures circling

When I should be right on time?

Why do I seem so grimy and low

When I should be dressed to the nines?

I know, I know it's just an illusion

The outside is actually okay

Yet from the inside is all confusion

When inner demons yell, "M'aidé"

Because even they are lost

Then very soon you'll pay the cost.

Author's Note

It's not finished; I want to work on this more. Any suggestions as to where I should take this for a couple more stanzas? Also, I don't know about the title… any ideas?
All constructive criticisms/feedback is much appreciated :)