All This. I cannot take.

[Laura]

Am I not a true colour?
Trying to blend in with all the whites. The reds. The blacks.
This child has been dethroned

Maybe I should just bleach
and leave myself alone.

I'm tired of carrying this sadness
That heavies my luggage to three times its weight
Have I not been humiliated enough?
This added aggravation just brings me to tears
Tears I no longer cry for my eyes produce no more.

Am I not a human being?
Trying to melt in with the pretties. The uglies. And all those in between
This child has lost her way

Maybe I should just run
and come back when the days have gone.

Maybe I should just stop.
and leave this all alone.

[Absinthe]

"I'm tired of carrying this sadness
That heavies my luggage. ."


. . . .I liked the idea here. We all have baggage weighing down upon us with our histories. I love it.


I also really like the emphasis on the words "bleach", "run" and especially "stop". Really good.