POETRY: A Black And White Dream

I had a dream in black and white.

I woke up this morning and something's not right.

Feels like everything that I knew is just a big fat lie or the colours were too bright for my little eyes.

I like the blues, I think they're cool, I especially like the dark ones that bring out

the full moon, lavender, orange and even the off-whites, at least they don't pretend to be so innocent in everyone's eyes.

Right now, I see red, but I pretend it's not there.

It makes me do crazy things, so I bury it in the dark instead.

The adults say I'm not allowed to be angry anyway, but I can't help it.

The world's a mess and you don't even see it, you're too hung up on the fact that I'm acting different.

She's just rambling.

Don't listen to her.

You know how they can be, these teenagers.

A man touched me today.

He said I'm all grown up.

I don't like this colour, but I can't seem to wash it off.

You didn't show me these ones when I was a child, but you expect me to paint with them and do it with a smile.

I had a dream in black and white.

And now I see secrets hiding out in plain sight.

It's like everything I knew was a big fat lie, or is the rest of the world just colour

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