| ....there's too much guilt to pay. |


Imitation of Life So, suspended above the groundImitation of Life by ~Delicatesilver
I swallow the shallow vaporous impressions of life
to become transparent. I'm having a bad time with you.
So looking towards the clouds I will their purest form to gray
A reflection of my day. Is this all that I'd been dreading? Your
words do hurt. They scar and I won't forget that I am unwanted here
just because I am different and you are the same plastic molding of what
your media wants you to be. I am me. And that bothers, to the point where you
leap up to protect the little bubble called your biased existence. The white headband
on your blonde head, so pure. But not as pure as feeling. This is not a
| My attempts and poetry and other things I shouldn't do |