The aura of my soul,
The color of me.
All the things,
I might just be.
Standing up,
Taking pride.
Wiping away,
The tears I've cried.
Changing the color,
To pink from blue.
Knowing in my life,
That I've been true.
Radiating schemes,
Colors blend in one.
You have no idea,
What I could become.
Shadows pressed in black,
Setup yet to come.
When I defeat my demons,
And purple I become.
Sending to the rainbow,
Life is laughing back.
Yellow sun rays,
Coming through the crack.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
