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It is the color that has comforted me so many times. The shadows it casts covers my eyes. The sun was always too bright for me. I didn't understand How people could be so happy When I was consumed in my own pile of Worthlessness. I put on a fake mask of happiness. I let people see what they wanted to. I conformed to many identities. The only time I could be myself was in my dreams. Even then, I took on many roles That were so far away from the true me. I lost all senses of myself. Black has now turned to white. The sun has come from behind the clouds. And although I still revert back to those many people, I have learned to make love a part of myself. | |
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