War Paint
I wash away my paint
At the end of every day.
The colors that cover my skin
Spill like rainbows down the drain
Revealing a blank slate.
I used to be white underneath.
The absence of color,
I was purity in a masterpiece.
But now I am a dull grey
Stained with the paint of pain.
No matter how much I wash
I cannot get clean.
I scrub away my skin
Creating a burst of color.
A crimson red
Fills the bottom of the shower.
The color of anger and love,
A color of passion.
And I'll wear it on my skin
Like vulnerability is fashion.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
