10/2/13
10:23
I try not to,
but often times I water color myself
into the sea of people I’m around
Dillute my aura with worry
insecurity, and every unsure thought
loud with internal sounds
My mind races by the second
in competition with my heart beat
just to see who will reach my mouth first
To let out a statement…
a compliment.. a word
still expecting from everyone nothing but the worst
But why do I hide
beneath my eyelashes who’ve cried
because I can’t seem to swerve past discomfort
Moving side to side
in the mirror I try
to merge lanes with the reasons I suffer
There’s no logic to it
No past traumas depicted
that could have made me so frightened
But I constantly conceal
the way I feel, in fear of
my water colors being brightened
I’m not an open book for the world to read
my pages are encrypted
lost in translation
For only a few I encounter in my livelihood
may be witness to the true colors
of my creation.
Joyful Thinking 