True Colours.

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angry, colours, crying, cuts, eyes, hair, heart, insomnia, poem, streaks, teen

Here comes the punk

The world seems to say

She lowers her head to

Avoid the stares

And walks away in dismay.

 

And no one sees her true colours.

 

Under the tousled bleached hair,

Lies the dysfunctional brain of an adolescent

The pierced ears

Tired of hearing lies, so blatant.

 

Hiding the swollen eyes

The thick line of dark kohl

Sloppily applied

Contrasting the immaculate pattern

Of deep cut marks on the wrist

The blade lay hidden beside the bedside.

 

And no one sees her true colours.

 

Sleep deprived

Nerves on fire

she stared at walls

Full of ire.

 

The gist of the treacherous course of life

Beyond the understanding of a young mind

She tried hard to see from their eyes

Instead they coloured her blind.

 

Wanted to disappear

Needed to be found

And so on the cycle went

Till in her sea of despair. .  She drowned.

 

And no one saw the warmth radiating from her heart

Underneath it all.

Delusionally Yours.

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being strong, diminishing passion, emotionally dependent, forgiveness, friends, hurt, pain, running away, suffocation

Scrutiny in your eyes

Tracking my every move

You’re a stranger in disguise

Speaking in tones of gentle reproof.

 

My life doesn’t feel like my own

With you breathing down my neck

Every passing second

You’re aware of all my flaws

Your pure obsession

Gnaws

At my conscience

I do not need your guidance

To understand life’s essence.

 

You’re draining me emotionally

Trying to light the bridges you burnt

Forcing me to emerge as the stronger one

You’ve left me in a daze and undone.

 

You’re hurting inside

Choking me with your words

Berating yourself

Pushing me downwards

 

Asking for forgiveness

Apologizing too much

Throwing your life away

You see the year old memories replay

In your dreams, every day.

You’re running away

You’re drifting somewhere.

 

You’re down in the dumps

The burning passion in you long gone

You’re living in the past

Tired of being trampled on and a social outcast.

 

I wish you would move on

And let go of the pain

you’ve held inside for so long

So I can finally stop feeling this way

And even though we would remain friends

It’ll never be the same again. .

This is for YOU. Thank you for your unconditional love. But sadly, too much of anything is bad. I’d never ever forget you. :)