Alone

I wrote this like... 3 years ago. Be easy on me...

Alone

I stood alone the other day,
on ground of fog and skies of grey.
I saw a shadow through my eyes;
but only I stood, drowned in lies.
The thoughts I thought were not so clear,
unwanted me stood in the mirror.
My dreams were gone and far away,
on needle flowers I do lay.
Plain darkness is the key to this.
The happy thoughts, I so do miss.
The colour black is in my blood;
my lies and secrets, dark as mud.
Smiling is hard to do,
I long to hear the dove’s sweet coo.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
filled with anger, filled with fright,
I long to wait until that day,
when everybody goes away.
Stop asking me what’s the problem;
on my bed’s an empty album,
on the floor are ripped up pictures,
unhappy faces, useless lectures.
Why do I act this way you ask;
it’s cause of you and your dumb mask!
I stood alone the other day,
and always alone I will stay.

-Pansy .xo