| Colors of Humanity |

Strawberry Milkshake Pink

I once met a girl
who was the sweetest of all;

She smiled to everyone,
and cried about everything.

Even when she was angry,
her outside was the cutest.

With her strawberry milkshake pink hair,
and her even more sugary smell;
She hated herself.

But I was enchanted with her matching taste,
the day she pulled me in to meet her small and plump lips;

She took over with such a voracity,
that I could've stumbled back,
if it wasn't for her delicate hand
gripping tightly my shirt.

I thought she was the fiercest, too.
And that was what got me hooked.

But once I got to know her
all that sugar melted in my mouth
leaving only a bitter residue.

Her waist was thin,
but she still sucked her stomach in.

She never finished her meals,
She said she had a small appetite;
and I chose to believe her.

"I'm so fat, look at those thighs!"
she always said,
and I replied the way she wanted me to: "Of course not, you're perfect."

It took me a while to see that
attention was all she wanted.

Whenever someone was breaking,
she built them up;
Whenever someone was angry,
she talked them down.

She was sickeningly nice;
she always was beating herself up
to be the nicest person alive.

Many thought that she was fake.
That deep down she was only manipulating everyone around her.

And they were right;
but it was a part of her.
She did it genuinely;
because she hated looking in the mirror.

And what terrified her the most
was that someone could eventually see her
the way she sees herself.

The more time we were together
the more I saw.

She was vicious,
but not in a fierce way;
because she was weak.

And yet,
there was her sweet side.

But even that
started to become too much for me;
it started to become sticky
it started to become ugly.

Only at the end
I saw that it has always been this way.

She couldn't stand her own sweetness;
and neither could I.