The flowers used to bloom here until you came.
Blue, purple, pink; yellow. Colors of the rainbow.
You walked into my house one day; it began to rain.
That's when I knew you'd bring sorrow.
There used to be the sweet sounds of birds, here.
Echoing through the windows and down the halls.
But now, Thanks to you, dear,
Those sounds can't be heard at all...
Wonderful scents used to linger in the air,
of my cakes and cookies and the flowers outside.
Now, ever since you bought Your scent here,
It has never smelled the same inside.
No colors anymore.
Only black and white.
No happy images, nothing but blood and gore..
No light. Only pitch black darkness that fills the house from door to door.
My life will remain gloomy I feel; as if I'll never be happy again!
Guess gloominess comes with a person like you...
The kind of person who smiles as they make others suffer from within.
Well, if I am to end this pain, I musn't give in!
Must stand up to you and your gloom...
If I'm to win. Counterattack with ANY happiness left within;
happiness that shall spring forth; bring you to your doom!
Then kick you out and watch as you run in fear.
Run far away for, we don't want no more gloom here!
For people such as yourself,
Don't belong,
Here, in a place of color. A place of joy and happiness..
of Cheer and wonder...
My home, my dreamland...
all in my mind as I lay strapped to this bed,
in a mental institute, my sanity seeming to be dead...
-A poem I wrote in 10th grade for my Theater Lit class..
Chefeetaboopers · Thu Mar 01, 2007 @ 03:30am · 0 Comments
