Understanding
Is truly something I don't know.
To look into my soul
And know what's inside.
That's some cruel trick
My mind does not provide.
Both things invade my privacy
Both things blend the colors.
A beautiful purple
Dark and calculating.
It covers my eyes
Drowns the sounds from my ears.
Tells me
This
And
That.
Neither agreeing
Clam moments become fleeting.
The imagery of me became
Scary and untrue.
My voice
Becomes new and uninviting.
I look back
To the years of relief.
I wish
To leave this dark calculation.
But as it drowns me more
And I breath my last free breath.
I know that I am new
And I am gone.
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I don't know what to say for this one, so I'll say nothing important. Probably will come back and change this when I understand what this means to me. Please vote and comment.
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