Making everyone think you are just fine
Is perhaps my greatest talent.
It is not my acting
Not my ability to learn quickly.
It is never crying
Never telling them about the blackness
The blackness that binds my brain
Never branching out.
The black that began with bright colors
In the mind of a child
That turned to gray
And slowly grew darker.
The black is facing a battle
Those colors are returning
Brought back by a boy
A boy who has loved me for 4 months now
Battling with the black
The all-encompassing black
Or at least that was what I used to think
As I see my mind brightening
I can begin to forget about everything
That made it black
Forget about the bullies
That began in just third grade
Forget about the place I call home
That I so desperately want to escape.
About all of it
The colors take over
They win the battle
And I can’t wait for my colors to shine through.