I am the sun, the moon, I am everything I am the strength derived from within your strength I am the mushroom gray sky over your head I am the anguish you felt and the blood that you bled Color me gray and I'll be as dead a rock Kick me up and down the streets as you walk Cover my eyes and bang my head against your walls Smear my nose against your shoes as I wait for your fall All I see is gray and I think I'm insane You've kill me once you can do it again Teenage angst once engraved deep in within me Now as cold as the top of a mountain above what you can see Confusion so colorful it's blinding Open mountain skies improsining me Too much freedom it's suppressing me It's too beautiful it's depressing me
Reason for writing:
Wrote this at a time when everything just seemed wrong. Things are still wrong, but it doesn't matter really. It's when you have everything but then you realize that you have nothing.
If you dig the poem then you'll understand what I'm talking about.
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