The colors are distorted,
They don't make sense.
Art puts me in suspense.
As the reds, yellows and blues dance around the page, my mind tends to disengage.
In a cacophony of blacks, grays, and whites,
My eyes are what give me the most frights.
As I lie to myself saying "It will be all right",
I tend to just cry throughout the night.
Food no longer looks appetizing, no one ever looks happy. The sun is just a ray.
I find myself in disarray. However, to my dismay, I still live through the day.
Why must I feel trapped?
