White, Black, and Gray

i wanted to be okay so much
my thoughts begin to complicate
do not dwell on what you are not
or what you have not
i am who i say i am

i will paint myself
in my own vision
an array of colors
that i choose
in my own way
of my own creation
surrounding a cracked heart

all i’ve got are empty words
that hold their own sadness
intertwined in a tragic melody
the sad after, empty after
nothing after, my life in
white, black, and gray

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

7 thoughts on “White, Black, and Gray

    1. Melancholy is my best friend, always there watching over me. Happiness is the stranger, never stays around long enough to get to know me.
      Thank you for reading and commenting!

      1. I understand completely Annie. The same for me too. It is very sad, and especially also when others think we should be happy. So glad you wrote about it.

      2. Doesn’t it just make you want to scream when they tell you to smile, like a fake smile will make it all better. Life’s good, I’m fine, no problems here.

    1. Thank you my friend, the sad and depressing is the only thing on my mind right now. I’m surprised anyone is still reading, even I’m tired of me.

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