Buried Grudge
I was clear,
but you
painted me
with fresh and pretty
colors
coated me
with hugs
words
lies
covered me
with a beautiful
gorgeous
silk cloth
Auctioned me
Presenting and exposing
my beauty
that only you saw
because none of them
knew me like you did
after all,
you
painted
me
and
layered me
with what you wanted me
to be
but
they didn’t like me
so you abandoned me
and because you did
I
chipped off the paint
sending the flakes of
Pink Silver Gold Green Purple Blue
in the air,
like fireworks.
left me
with a clear color,
but a tainted
black spot...
right
in
the
center.
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