Last Christmas my mom bought me
a 24-pack of black crayons
so when I sat in my room, in the dark
and coloured
alone
like the anti-social person I am
I wouldn't know the colours
while I was colouring
all by my lonesome
even though I knew all the crayons were black
I pretended that they weren't
and that one was neon pink
when really it was just black
black like my soul
and like my room
where I sat
colouring
all alone
because I'm anti-social
oh isolation ..
damn you ...
curse you isolation
damnit
Comments
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Jeeze....that was kinda dark. I mean that in a good way of course, but it's just not something you expect to read. Heavy, and definitely thought provoking. I liked it...even though it kinda creeped me out.
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wow...
that was deep.
I feel sad for you.
I think you expressed your emotions well, I was really feeling it. I hope the isolation goes away and you aren't anti-social anymore.
I feel the frustration in this piece. Wow.
Please keep writing poems like this, they are so fulfilling to read. Take care =]
<3
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