Loneliness.
I whisper to the air.
Empty vessels surround me when I walk busy streets.
I did not let loneliness happen.
I chose it.
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Rejection.
I refuse to interact.
In a world of superficiality
My opinions are invalid.
I reject myself
Before others could.
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Arrogance.
I am better than all of you.
I am older, I am wiser.
I know things that normal people do not.
At least that's what I tell myself.
I can never fit in with anyone.
Nobody I can share a piece of me with.
It's not that I wanted to, anyway.
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Unison.
Bodies intertwined.
The celebration of fusion.
It confuses me, it contents me.
A fulfilling addiction.
I yearn for that.
I hunger for that.
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Passion.
The heat and the pressure of body against body.
Caressing, exploring, devouring.
A beautiful mistake, a sinful satisfaction.
The immense desire for intimacy.
It is not right.
It is not wrong, either.
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The sky.
I want to navigate there, somewhere.
To fly without limits.
To find a place for myself amidst the clouds.
Away from the earthly realities.
I don't belong in the ground.
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Frustration.
I want to go back.
I don't belong here, where I am.
My life is long and mundane.
No one can accept me, I think.
I'm sure of it.
When they find out who I really am.
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I'm telling the truth.
You do not know me.
I am not innocent.
I cannot be controlled.
I lurk around in the shadows I created.
Trapped in a sinful cage where I keep the key.
Forever.
You cannot reach me.
I belong to no one.
Life does not own me.
I'm, I'm a rebel.
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