I am *****, stained, old couches
I am hot pink with skulls and crossbones
I am pure white billowing flower petals
I see clear expressions
I see mainstream dreams
I see consistency, constancy
I am muddy orange
I am sunlight
I am wet grass
I see normal
I see plain
I see unaffected, calm and collected
I can never be what I see
I have never been what I've seen
And that is why
I always cry.
my life story, in one short poem