i'm so done with it all,
so done with them, pointless words
spilled out to fill a space that was never empty at all,
wondering if i disappeared, would they spare me few words?
words of meaning, words of feeling, words with emotion
the thing i feel this world lacks- emotion.
we grow till we feel, the we are told to hide it away-
no one likes a noisy person, they would all say.
so we would grow some more, and by then?
by then we don't feel it anymore, we hide behind ranks of others like us-
souls in greyscale, showing only the emotions we are told too,
for no one likes a noisy soul.
no one likes one who make noise
makes a place
makes the world a little more colourful.
there's a reason this world likes grey scale art,
for they all have grey scale hearts.
depressing poetry i write cuz im bored