Poppy

Blood red,
Symbol of death,
I’m not happy,
My name has many meanings.

It’s hard being me,
A smile on my face,
Just to run the race,
I’m hurting inside.

Happy or sad,
What does it matter?
You’ll ignore me anyway,
Hate me anyway.

Go off play your stupid games,
Call me all them names,
I’ll just cut all these veins,
Run in all them lanes.

Running breathless,
Wish, restless.
Found love,
Where I’m not meant.

This is all your fault,
I cry my self to sleep,
All you doing,
At night I weep.

My last words,
A running gecko
In your mind,
I’ll forever echo.