It's different, It's suppose to be different.
Two faces, Two personalities, It's suppose to be different.
I switched from brown to green, It's suppose to be different.
But it's the same.
The words are the same.
They're petty and filled with something dark underneath.
I don't need this again, It's suppose to be different.
I rid him from my life because he made me feel numb,
Like a puppet on strings,
Like a martinet doll that can't sing.
It was suppose to be different.
I wasn't suppose to sit here again in the same bed
Feeling numb.
I wasn't suppose to worry about every word said,
Every movement made. It was suppose to be Different.
Don't drown me because you can't figure it out.
Don't smother me in your anger
because you weren't suppose to be a repeat
of feelings of fears, I wanted to banish.
Don't bury me, it was suppose to be different.
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
