i wanted so desperately
to be happy
that i painted my walls yellow
and replaced every dark colour
with light.
i slept with a nightlight
because i had grown
afraid of the dark.
i ate better
and cut all negative energy
out of my life.
it didn't work.
and i soon learned
it wasn't my fault
it was yours
because even though i
practically swallowed yellow paint
your darkness
still consumes me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisipoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
