Dinner.
Sorry Dad
Girl problems
What are you now,
Jess?
I wonder.
I am not Red.
I am not Blue.
I am not Shimmering.
I am numb.
Caught somewhere
In-between.
Alone in this world
Of back and forth,
And color.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...
