Everything has become so foreign,
I’m stuck in a world I don’t understand.
All the color in my life has slowly started to fade.
Now, it’s becoming all different shades of gray.
I remember not having to worry about anything.
I remember being able to pretend there was nothing to worry about.
But, people change,
time speeds up and slows down however it pleases.
No one asks what you want, you live. You deal.
Silence can kill you.
You bottle it up but you always know it’ll come up.
If you can make it to tomorrow with no one knowing,
you’re somehow a winner.
No one listens when you need them to.
Everyone is ready to listen when you won’t talk.
You seal your lips shut, you keep it all inside. You deal.
Author notes
Not my best, but a message does come from it.
What'd you think? Please let me know! (:
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wow.... this is so powerful. and very, very true. i couldnt agree more. (i hate when people say "i couldnt agree more". im such a hypocrite. but i just felt like it fit right there.) this feel so personal and universal at the same time and fjdsklafs;a. i like the "you deal" also. that sums up a lot.
okay im just babbling. au revoir.
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Aha, I love babbling. (: Thank you so much for your comment!
-- Tor
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Wow
This delivers a strong sense of pain and suffering and gives the reader a wonderful revelation of the people around them. Great write!
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thank you so much. (:
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I like the juxtaposition of chaos within calm and the use of colour to illustrate this. I feel the poem improves as it progresses towards the bottle.
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Thank you so much. Your comment is definitely appreciated! (:
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