bubbling underneath a smiling surface;
burning through my dimpled cheeks.
a feeling of frustration
unbreakable and deafening
making me see colors horridly beautiful
stealing the sleep from my eyes
and the quiet from my busy brain.
i hate this feeling,
this stagnant desperation.
its like a boulder breaking my spirit;
a red fashioned murderer of my inspiration.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
bubbling underneath a smiling surface;
burning through my dimpled cheeks.
a feeling of frustration
unbreakable and deafening
making me see colors horridly beautiful
stealing the sleep from my eyes
and the quiet from my busy brain.
i hate this feeling,
this stagnant desperation.
its like a boulder breaking my spirit;
a red fashioned murderer of my inspiration.
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