Writing a poem

Color me;

paint my sadness.

Sing to me;

soothe my madness.

Read me;

decipher my thoughts.

Interpret me;

don’t let me get caught

up in the mundane

world that calls me insane.

I’ll find the hue,

the right diction and beat.

I’ll create something new,

or original at least.

Just know it will be my truth:

A piece of what is me.

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