Gray

I really do hate the days,
That come in different shades,
Indecipherable and unknown to me,
Blind, yet all I see.

Is a time to again wear the mask,
The very same that lay with cracks,
For the talking of a plagued mind,
Is one of which you're sure to find.

Come sit and talk while I smile away,
And rot inside; simply decay,
Just because I'd wish for you,
A smile between us two.

Yet beneath the shell remains unspoken,
A demon left to be awoken,
To play it's tricks on the sorry thoughts,
That of which it's caught.

And without fail the smiles show,
Without fail the pain will grow,
The jealousy so well versed,
With soft lines always rehearsed -

So that I may speak without tripping,
For the moments that aren't so gripping,
Paranoia left to sink,
And drive me to the brink -

Of hysterics and breaking,
Of all that I'm taking,
Behind the smile so well fronted,
Feeling as though I've been hunted.

Prey that's not good enough to be eaten,
One that's only good to be beaten,
Left for dead and cast aside,
To where the clouds hide.

Blending all the blacks and whites,
Vivid are all the fights,
In the mind of the wind-up knight,
Who silently screams as he tries fight.

Yet even he cannot escape,
Succumb to Doubt, and fall before Fate,
Torn apart from behind his eyes,
Promising to smile as he cries.

Bottling each and every time vexed,
Surely he's to be hexed,
By his selfish delusions and pathetic cries,
As all those close cover in sighs -

As his tears fall dry as dust,
As his joints fall to rust,
A shell so readily broken,
Eroded by what falls unspoken.

Played to the tune of Jealousy,
Keeping him from all he can be.
Kept behind the tired eyes,
Falling to pieces as he tries.

Author's Note

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[I Am Svetlana]

The opening to this piece is beautiful! As with the ending to being it all to a clear ending, bringing it altogether. It's sad to say that every day will not be perfect. Some will be good, some will be bad. Everyday brings something new and we can never expect anything wonderful thing to happen. We can't assume how days will be, but it all will depend on our attitude and outlook. If we have a positive outlook and artiste, then our days will be good and normal. If negative, then our days will probably not be the best. We can only be the best we can be, if we try, we can't always expect to succeed like others around us. As long as we try to the best of our abilities, that will be enough to make us okay.