"I'm not crazy!"
I scream and yell
Throw a penny
Into the well
Wish and wish
For another life
One where I'm cared for;
where I don't cry
A place you leave me alone
Where I can comfortably
Be on my own
But wishes do not come true
I am still stuck here with you
k.g
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
