there's something dripping from your smile
i've seen it before, though it's been a while
your eyes are swirling with blue
for people turned blindly to you
you open your heart to them
but there's a rip in the hem
of your loose-fitting jeans
stained with their fears
a word is singled out
from your brain it sprouts
into deadly precision
it blindfolds your vision
green eyes turn gray
when your friends go astray
leaving behind a cracked image
and a feeling of coming unhinged
you're threatened by
your own mind
strapped to a wall
that catches your silent waterfall
when they say your name
another plate is filled with blame
and pushed towards you
you see the tears, colored blue
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
