Poetry

Obvious

  In a world where nothing is easy, I live. 

Breathing in guilt from past sins.

Exhaling lies that I mark upon my skin,

All I really want is to win.

 Life is a false sense of privilege,

I feel like I'm the only one who can see.

Disappointment and anger, mingling jealousy.

As blue can be black,

And skin can be bruised,

There is no tomorrow.

Not without you.

Isn't it obvious?

The way I reply?

That I am not okay?

Not with saying goodbye?

I may say I understand,

but my voice carries lies.

I hope you have read this,

My prince in Disguise.