Everyone likes white,
Everyone likes bright.
Rainbow and neon,
In which I take no delight.
Everyone likes white,
But I love black.
What's wrong with white?
It's way too light!
But black,
I'm sure,
Is the perfect shade
Of dark.
What's good about black?
The comfort of the shadow,
The way it masks my presence
When I need to hide.
The darkness
Is like a charcoal-colored blanket
It wraps around me,
And gives me warmth.
YOU ARE READING
Why I'm Different
PoetryJust a simple book of poems that are really bad.... But they tell how I feel. Êñjøÿ
