I don't want to write about you.
Orange and greens
Filtered means
Diluted--dreams
reality
tangibly mixing me
up inside
Resuming to prove to you--Me
I control my self-worth
I am not alone on this earth
Only in temple
What is simple
and complex; I am
perplexed in this life
These nerves--the nerve
of them, vibrating exponentially
causing imbalanced beams
to teeter and totter,
tearing apart the seems
that once held together
the molding of what
I am to be