Reverberating Lines

Four

{{{Heres a poem and a short story mushed together!}}}

That story I waited to long to tell,
I finally have the motivation to start!
But here in a constant spiral I fell,
This sensitive being could only yell in art.

I never wanted to be part of this conversation,
I never wanted to stop what I started.
I just wanted to pour this all into one creation.
Again, we can't always get what we wanted.

All of these rules set in stone by my conscience,
All these expectations I drilled into my being.
Yet I could never control my emotions.
Yet I face this mirror and I hate what I'm seeing.

Hey do this,
Hey do that.
Go get this,
Go get that.

The Yellow one in my head stops everything and follow through.
The red one complains and asks what I got myself into.
Above all else that I hate about me,
This Red one is what I hate, Truly.

The Violet one in my head lectures the Red one.
They always fight, these two.
And the saddest of the three,
Is always left in me.

All of them are busy,
Often make me dizzy.
With the rightous steering,
The other two arguing,
The Blue one's feeling.

What a chaotic mess we have here.
Walking in the dark with fear.
Who I am? Still unclear.
My breaking point, near.

I did what you wanted,
I finished what I started.
I thought that was enough,
Your point, says it never was.

"What the hell did we get ourselves into?" Complained the Red one.
Stopping the arguement they were having with the Violet one. Well, atleast for a bit.

"Well I just did my job and followed the rules!" Replied the yellow one a little too cheerily. "If you just did your job, why is she down in the dumps again. She was so happy just a while ago..." questioned the Violet one while glaring daggers into the orange one.

The Red one scoffed in utter disbelief, "What you think it's my fault? Honestly, why do you always think that?! How about we ask the only one who hasn't spoke since she got up fron her spot a while ago! Hey! Moron! Get over here will you?!"

"Uhm-- w-well--" stammered the blue one. "P-please don't call me th-that. Also uhm-- I di-didn't do anything--" the blue one tried to explain.

"NOTHING? SERIOUSLY, NOTHING? IS THAT THE BEST EXCUSE YOUR DUMB LITTLE MIND COULD COME UP WITH?
SERIOUSLY! YOU ALWAYS RUIN HER MOOD!" The Red one exclaimed.

The blue one scurried under their blanket as their skin starved of touch. They could never go against the Red one. They were always too doubtful and down, they couldn't even speak properly in front of them. Well they couldn't speak properly at all. Right now, they just wanted to hide and never come out of the soft blanket they trapped themselves in. They just wanted to embrase their pillow and never let go. They often used these two as a replacement to feed their skin's starvation.

"How could you say such unpleasant things to the blue one! We all know about their condition, still you bully them on a daily basis!" Argued the Violet one. "Whatever! It was their fault anyway!" The Red one retaliated.

The yellow one always tried to keep the peace, and stop the two from murdering eachother. But alas, they could never succeed. But that's not gonna get them down! "Guys don't argue! It's no one's fault!" Convinced the yellow one.

Again the other two would never listen. Voices echoed uncontrollably throughout her mind as she wrote everything down with the Blue one steering.

Sometimes she liked the Blue one. They were always the peaceful one of the four. Well atleast on the outside. She out of all of them know that the continuous storm in that Blue's little head. A mind that has never seen the light of day. But only the usual rain and  blasts of lighting.