I find myself there

Darkness hovers over me

A quiet beast

A monster clicking in my bones,

inside my skin, deep in my veins

My blood is purple and green

There are bruises deep inside of me

And sometimes

And sometimes

Being lost inside my head isn't so bad,

but then I get lost,

hovering over my seat in the bus and I scream, where am I and who am I?

And sometimes

And sometimes

I find myself screaming

As if its not okay for me to be me

You tell me to be quiet, only the pychotics scream, don't get too torn up, please don't cry

I find myself there,

in the white etherworld

There is silver pixie dust,

colors melting and booming.

I find myself there

I find myself alone

but not on my own

And sometimes,

they say it isn't okay for me to be this way

Sometimes

I say this is me, a sea creature lured by the beautiful blue waves,

teal water screaming at me, and I dive deep under where the sea plants sing to me

the algae and the shrimp and other sea creatures like me

I find myself there,

by the water

I find myself there,

drowning

I find myself there,

just swimming, not lost, I'm okay so shut up

Reviews

[Ranger Kessel]

I like your style. I really enjoyed this. The last stanza is the best to me. It is okay to be ourselves. You made a wonderful poem here and I am glad I stopped by for a read.