A mind of grey and indecisiveness,
But also red with strength.
A heart that’s green and giving,
But is imperfect with holes of depth.
A memory filled with fog and haze,
Where terror is hidden away,
But some memories make it out of there,
That’s when I wake in disarray.
Burning, erupting anger,
Frequently visits me,
Like my own personal volcano,
At times, for sometimes others see.
Uncontrollable emotions,
Like waves on a stormy night,
Lucky days are joy filled sprees,
But for most it’s flight or fight.
Please do not get me wrong,
I wear a smile most of the time,
But sometimes those smiles are fake,
And that’s my biggest crime.
But my mental health will not defeat me,
Nor defy me in anyway,
For my spirit is a rainbow,
And it will grow brighter, with each and everyday.
About the Creator
B Smith
I’m not a good writer, but I have so much to say.
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