When I Realized Colors Could Hurt

I am angry at a lot of things

but I’m mostly angry at myself

I don’t want to remember why

So let us talk about something else

“It feels bad”

doesn’t really describe it

All I can say

is that it’s unpleasant

My limited knowledge

of these things

has left me trapped

inside myself

Shut it out

let that in

and it’s an angry shade of

Let it out

shut it out

and whatever

I didn’t ask for this body

the instincts I don’t seem to have

I realized when it was too late

I look different than what I am

I am angry about a lot of things

but I’m mostly angry at myself

I don’t care much about it

That you’re trying to be someone else

I forget how quickly

tapes decay

When I realized colors

could hurt

I shut it out

I let the orange get to me

so I can get to me

Was trying to be happy

and it’s dumb

Timing is something I never had

blue is brilliant

white is the color of stupid

It’s blank 

bleak

Always hated

cleanliness and emptiness

Wasting something good

because it gets in the way

What does it get in the way of any ways?

Reviews

[caseymichelle31]

Brilliant! I definitely know how this feels. You described it very well, well done!