Out of Color

OUT OF COLOR

When looking on the bright side doesn’t seem enough,

and it is hard to follow those happy quotes...

I wonder if the shadows crawling up my skin...

Could you just shut up for a second?

I can’t concentrate.

I wish I could be spared the lecture.

I wish I could forget the stress.

“Find better vibes and don’t be anxious.”

Why is it something that I can’t comprehend?

What hides inside, things you can’t explain,

if you know how to read them,

can mollify the voices in your head,

ease your wrath,

lay doubt to rest.

How come?

Am I supposed to think these feelings don’t belong to me?

Will I ever “break a leg”?

How could I get rid of helplessness?

You wouldn’t understand...

Can’t you see that I need a fucking break?

What hides inside, things you can’t explain,

if you know how to read them,

can mollify the voices in your head,

ease your wrath,

lay doubt to rest.

Days go by while waiting at the door.

I’ll hold the frame, because it’s breaking down.