sadness.
it fills your soul sometimes.
things arent as easy as you wish they would be
no one seems to really listen anymore
just pretending.
colors.
the sunset brings the darkness
but on the way there, the sky is filled with colors
this world is different
just like the colors of the sky.
people.
they dont trully listen
they just say what they want to hear
they conform
they become you because they want to be you
its never original to steal
specially the colorful personality of a friend
coverup.
like make up but you know its just temporary
things go back to the way they were before
when no one else is there to see u remove it
but me
glisten.
show your true colors when you are really YOU
downer poem.during downer times.
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