These dark walls that I've built around my head
encompasses all that and more, around me I see red;
Looking into every line, every word, no trust indeed
Everything about them is sketchy, their faces hard to read.
They say those you love are the ones you see through,
I must be disparate, like chalk and cheese, because I see through everyone, all of their true hues,
Completely bizarre, the ebony inky black of my life
My words cut through others like a knife.
It wounds them, mortifies them, cripples them
but I don't notice, lumbering through life as though I were condemned-
The disarray of black and white
no grey spaces in between, just a monochrome world;
I'm not bonzer or beaut at it
looking through life without seeing the depths of it;
I hope to, hope for
someone to come and crumble these walls I've built, one-day.
Find my happily ever after,
how ever cliché.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PoetryA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
