The blade cuts through her arm once more.
She sees the first color.
It is red.
She just wants to be different
To be noticed.
She dyes her hair again and again,
A second color,
Today it is orange.
A tag is tied to her wrist,
For the criminally insane.
She screams in her cell,
Screaming in pain.
She begins to mellow,
And looks to her tag, it is the third color,
It is yellow.
When she gets out,
It's not by her own feet,
It is in a grave,
Six feet deep.
Now all she can see is the bottom of grass,
She sees the fourth color, so serene
She sees now, it is green.
Her mother sobs and sobs without end,
Her heart, her soul, her mind,
All on its final bend,
She looks in the mirror,
At her bloodshot eyes,
And begins to cry,
When she sees her daughter's eyes,
Her mother knows it true,
The fifth color, is blue.
Her mother's boyfriend comes home,
He sees the shame she has shown,
He beats her again and again,
To let out his pain,
He leaves bruises,
Ending his little game,
He leaves bruises of malevolence,
And sees purple, for it is the seventh.
Author notes
corrupt my soul
A contest entry
- Show Me Your Darkside by AshesFromFire.
700 points, ended June 14, 2007, 112 entries
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Comments
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you keep me on pins and needels
i love it sad and tweested it makes you think hard like woe and make you think were in a fuck up wold that all this sadly this happens every day
but anyway i love it
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interesting, you definatly gave me something I havn't seen yet! For that I tip my hat to you *tipping hat*
I like this poem but in some places the rhymeing sounds a little fourcesed, but hey, what do I know!
All in all you did an okay job!
Good job! Good luck! -
Wow, this is truly an amazing emotional piece. I feel it's very easy to relate to and it's very real. Kudos, and great write! Very well done
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