This is us.
We're damaged.
We're not perfect.
We're not loved.
At least not by everyone.
We have problems.
We can't deal with them alone.
But we have friends.
We have people who care.
We are loved.
Not by everyone.
No.
Rather a really small percentage of everyone.
But we are.
And it keeps us alive.
We are happy.
We have problems.
We can't deal with them alone.
But we are happy.
Being who we are made us the happiest persons in this rotten world.
No.
This world isn't rotten.
Not yet.
We know that.
And we will spread our colours ro prevent it.
We're damaged.
We're not perfect.
We're loved.
We're happy.
We're colourful.
A poem I wrote, based on a story I started writing. It's called "Our Colours" and it's about a group of teenagers with disabilities that live together to help each other out. The first chapter is public on Wattpad! The second one is done but is missing some artwork. Hope I'm getting it done the next few days!
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Colourful Mind
PuisiMy mind is dark. Very dark. Sometimes, the darkness is so dark it drowns me. Sometimes I succumb to it and sink in it even deeper. And everything gets darker, yet darker. My mind is colourful. Very colourful. Sometimes, the colours are bright, but...
