Some feelings have been clouding,
My mind with unfair uncertainty,
The risks attempting to fear me,
Testing my courage by bullying.
It might rather be too much of a heavy word,
But the paint I chose have scattered on the front,
Painting me with nothing but shame,
I am ashamed of the colours I chose for myself.
Oh what kind of dilemma encircles,
Around my heavy consciousness?
I dare not to ask for anything more,
But about this, did I deserve it?
What is confusing and what is not?
The lines have long blurred about,
My smile is more of a made product I have,
I try using it as a weapon only to fail.
And someday, I think, I'll become someone,
Who will be lucky to experience a fairytale?
My poems then wouldn't be just poems,
But rather letters I quitely manifested.
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Our Violet Walls
PoezieBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
