Colors Trapped
Colorful strokes, filling the air, surrounding me,
telling me to be something
roboting movements moving me forward
in the same direction,
no distractions...
That one.... pushing me, molding me
to fit the figure it longs to have
I am excape
out of this darkness
where the colors will live
They are trapped,
locked
with no self expression
This was written last year. Thankfully this is now just a poem, not an emotion.
