Um.. this poem goes over a serious topic, and I'm not really sure how to do this trigger warning thing, so.. the poem's right below.
If my ankles were yellow, maybe I could look at them and smile
If you saw my ankles now, would you attempt to create a facade with skin colored band aids to cover the li-
no I can't say it out loud.
Oh, you hurt me mother, the last time I lied.
Now I jump off the diving board, submerging myself in fog; lies so thick they catch me
You made me afraid to tell the truth,
afraid to tell you I'm not happy
So somebody, please.
Paint me yellow.
Sincerely, THE AUTHOR
