I will never tell you why I assume that I am atrocity to humanity
I will tell you my half truths and white lies oozing together like a puddle of paint
The colors mashing morphing mixing mingling into a new more vibrant shining bright blinding god it hurts
I cover this new vibrant color over me
You like what you see donāt you?
I will be ashamed of telling you things
I will be proud of my secrets
I will always doubt those rose colored lens that you put over me
Seeing me as a source of joy
As someone who washes pain away from you like rain in a sunny sky
My fear of abandonment and self hatred corrode slowly pressing together rocking back and forth until it forms a hill of anxiety
That question runs over my hill
It gets new repairs and is fixed into a better question
Better being a loose term
Better usually means improved and new and more functioning
This question causes functions to stall and requires more time to process
The question starts up tearing to life ready to go back to its usual route
Fear of abandonment aches and groans
It feels like a sort of competition
Usually itās a stalemate
No one pulls over the line
At times my hands will wear down and I question why I pull so hard you almost win
At times you will question yourself your grip loosens I almost win
Questions with no answers
Disappearing into nothingness
Emotions of purity blooms
Have you ever seen something with such beauty before?
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