and yet she has no clue

I'd like to believe that you GET me. You know my insecurities. You know or at least can relate to how my brain works. We could have endless conversations if we tried.

But I am looking for answers... and I know I can't find them in you.

It's pretty simple that way.

 

 

 

 

 

and here she lies

forgotten amidst

the rich, loud colors

of this vibrant world.

does anyone

notice this pale,

little thing unwatched

by the sidelines?

i think not.

but it suits her,

really.

to remain in

obscurity

as long as she can

paint to her

own little tune

in her own

colors and strokes.

it doesn't

matter much.

as long as she can

paint and sing,

color and dance,

escape every glance.