parasite
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pastel colors brush the sky
as water color memories fall on my cheeks
the sun sets on all things
even dreams
i must wake and realize
i am sick
i am dying
i have to leave
breathe.
When I want to express my emotions, I end up just laughing. If society knew they would deem me insane. I laugh hysterically as I burn myself. I giggle as I get catcalled. I chuckle as I watch you love her.
"You're not a parasite", I try to convince myself
However, this facade will not work forever.
I become too attached to people
Slowly I start living off that person like a host
I am bothersome; I am selfish.
A REDEFINED TREASURE
I was named after an ocean grace
But I have been drowning in my own outrage.
I am being eaten alive by life
as my thoughts squirm down my neck.
Guess what?
I'm doing well for once.
It seems surreal
That my heart and mind agree
Things are alright
But something itches
I thought, a laugh, a word.
What would I change?
Myself.
Of all things I wish I could change, that is the only one I can
I have changed myself before, yet, in order the go where I please
I need to save myself - Change me
I shatter mirrors relentlessly thinking ''what more bad luck is there in the world,
than the bad luck I serve every day.'' Bad luck is my parasite, It consumes my little bit
