I can hear them.
I flash from Red to
Blue so fast,
I think I must be purple.
Purple skin.
Like a twisted
Barney.
They’re talking about me!
Nobody would talk about you..
Back and forth.
Red
Blue
Purple.
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...
