My Life in Living colorA Poem by OliviaTheElfThis is just some weird s**t I wrote when I was alone.
Sometimes, I have these weird thoughts. Sometimes I have these weird feelings. It’s like I wake up, I look around, and I pretend to be awake, when in actuality, I’m just dreaming. I walk around, mindlessly through empty halls full of people. I grab full cups of empty liquids and I drink until I’m hungry. I look at my arms and I look at my feet and I feel like they look just alike; worn. I’m socially awkward. I’ve never fit in and I’ve always been that weird, stay-to-myself type. Even when I’m surrounded by close friends, I feel like I can’t function properly. I say to myself, “Damn, why am I even in here?” And I glance around at plain, white walls and wait for them to tell me the answers. I already know the answers. I have a thousand of them, all tucked away in this empty box I call my mind. And I glance at the windows with rain dribbling down them, watching them kiss until they mesh together, and then become nothing again. I can see the colors in the water, even though it’s clear and I can listen to the music, even though I cannot hear it. I see the dirt on my clean fingernails and I wonder why they’re dirty, when they’re perfectly clean. I look at everything upside down when it’s inside out and I don’t give a s**t who loves it because I hate it. I pick up clovers and spit them out and I whisper quietly while I shout. While my fingers are chopped off, I pick up every penny I never even dropped. And I’ll always keep going, even when my life has stopped.
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2013 Last Updated on March 29, 2013 AuthorOliviaTheElfAjara, Queensland, AustraliaAboutlistia_username = 'OliviaTheElf'; listia_num_rows = 3; listia_border_color = '888888'; listia_background_color = 'ffffff'; listia_font_color = '2386cc'; listia_width = '250'; www.listia... more..Writing
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