doctor, doctor,
am i really alive?
i know my heart beats
but i don't really thrive.
open my heart up
please find out what's wrong.
before i completely forget
the words to this song.
i can barely feel
as enough as it is
and time only prolongs
the numbness of this.
oh and by the way
why are hearts red in colour?
the colour of love?
when i only feel duller?
and where are the blues
that have claimed me their own
else how is it possible
to feel so alone?
and i can't find the yellows,
no wonder i'm unhappy;
i've been biologically set
to feel like i'm crappy.
and is it supposed to be
such an ugly shape?
have cartoons lied to me
since a very young age?
doctor, doctor
is your heart like mine?
do we all just simply
share one design?
maybe that's why we live
with one thing in mind.
we don't live for joy
we live to just die.
oh well, doctor
maybe i'll close my eyes
and pretend maybe
i'm okay with the lies
because simply
how can i believe in delight?
when even my heart
has been kept from the light?
A/N: This piece was created when KHResurreccion suggested me to write a piece based on the theme of "self-acceptance" and "vibrant colours".
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