I might whisper into a rainbow
but I talk more fiercely tot he black cloud
that stalks me like a shadow.
It's like I'm trying to escape the never ending nightmare,
drowning in the rumours, swallowed by the lies,
overloaded by the reality that surrounds me.
The hard me never has time to cry tears
or to feel any new emotion at all,
she spends most of her time convincing me
that I am unworthy of them.
She redesigns my rainbow with only shades of black,
and an uninvited red,
darkening my once special glow
until my dark side wants to see nothing but shades of red.
I will always share my common ground with darkness,
the girl without a smile,
but for the world I will always fake the yellow.
I wish I could breathe in and out,
leaving my troubles behind,
but when it rains,
it pours with pain,
and I know this storm
is about to drown my heart again.
