Have you ever thought of emotions
Like they're layers?
Like coats of paint
Repainting the same thing
Over and over again
You're merely the canvas,
Everything else holds the brush that controls the colors.
They can turn you
into a beautiful piece of artwork
Or an unwanted piece of scrap.
There's so many colors to choose from
And they just keep piling on,
Layer after layer after layer.
After a while,
Like an abstract painting,
You're a mess of colors.
A mess of emotions.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
