#learn me

@justmeagain4

Stalking and copying strangers is a ,

symptom of mental illness .

Nor am I only what you see

I’m a mixture of emotions

A combination of delicate harmonies

To some I’m a mix of meloncholy

To others I’m angst and sadness

Some find light in my humor

Others find critism in my desires

I’m a symphony

Delicate as a drum

Strong as a harp string

The music that plays is yours to hear

Pick a chord

Dark, burnt clouds roll in, over me.

Lightning strikes and thunderous roars reverberate through my chest;

The rain storms to the Earth hitting my weathered skin like liquified wasps

Their welts build like tiny anthills on my pale skin.

Was that hail?

Is this hell?

Like answering my question, lightning illuminates the sky blinding me

If it weren't for the smell of ash and the heat dancing around my finger tips I wouldn't--

Thunder crackles sinisterly

And it happens

My body goes numb and all control is given to the puppeteer; the master of society

Where I feel no pain

Where I do not speak for myself

Where my actions are not my own .

And I'm dying.. dying like this valley

This perpetual hell I'm now in

And just like me

You'd never know how beautiful this once was.

You'd never know the colors that thrived here

You'd never know the light that created it all

You'd never know the warmth, my warmth

It's like the moment you take all that you are for granted

The universe swipes it from under you.

This valley, this pain becomes you.

You.

You Are this wasteland wedged between mountains of grandeur.

I.

I am this wasteland wedged between mountains of grandeur.

Real talk tho, is it cause I’m mixed cause only the Caucasian persuasion be hitting me up.