The Color Green
As i look inside, day to day,
I see jumbled thoughts,
a messy room,
tons of plastic,
and the color green.
Green...
I hate the color green.
I've walked and searched for quite a while, now.
But of course, to no avail.
It seems futile, and at times I'd like to quit.
But of course, I continue anyway.
Do you see my tender scars,
all pink and bulbas?
They hide very well between the crevases in my brain.
Or can you even see them?
I bet they're invisible to you.
They are invisible to everyone.
Except me; the one who wants them gone the most.
I have a paint brush,
and even an canvas.
But no paint.
I've never had paint.
And until I find some on this long, silent walk,
I'll always be the color green.
I hate the color green... .
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