Red Face White

Times spent

shrouded -

shrouded

yes in darkness

~

Such a

melodramatic

word to use

~

as I say

"fuck you"

to the sun's brightness

~

appropriate

but not what I'd choose

~

Cloaked,

suffocated -

even

fucking drowning

~

Yes drowning

in the quiet-

forgotten

~

Thinking and not thinking

is so draining

~

Complaining, of course,

I am downtrodden

~

Hypocrisy, deception -

I excel

~

I want but don't want

your fucking sympathy

~

My sins and faults

I know too damn fucking well

~

Don't act self-indulgent

with empathy

~

I'll pull myself out

and laugh hard in spite

~

And say things that will

drain your red face white

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Yes, it's a sonnet. Yes, it really is. Yes, every line has 10 syllables and there are 14 "lines".

Don'e even argue with me on this one.