The colors change as I look around.
Hers is pink. His is brown.
I look at them and know their mood.
How they act, their attitude.
The colors change, day by day.
Hers, now blood red. His, yellow hay.
I know what they're feeling, their deepest dark thoughts.
I look and stare until I am caught.
The colors change, always beautiful and bright.
Hers, green grass. His, a starry night.
The girl feels sick but doesn't tell.
The boy is in love, under the girls spell.
The color change, fading away.
As I rest at the end of the day.
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
