Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
contradiction and duality
What is worth, when I have nothing?
Like a tiger in a cage, waiting to be tamed,
I wait for what’s mine to be taken away.
you, words, make me free
you are a predator to me
but I am feral for you.