Outspoken, Yet Alone


White room, red paint, big space, paint brush
lonely feeling, distraught heart, painful tears,
over stressed mind, broken soul, all alone,
a million of people,
but yet still an invisible structure you,
yourself and this big, plain room.
Feelings, emotions, childhood memories,
background story of your life, thoughts, ideas,
and heartbreak all put into this one color. . . RED.
Paint the room except the spot your forlorn,
misunderstood body stands in. . . . Why?
Because again, it's just YOU, YOURSELF,
YOUR MIND, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS,
YOUR EMOTIONS, YOUR IDEAS,
and YOUR SOUL in this room. . .
From a perspective you stand out in this room visually,
but in a peculiar,
eccentric way you're more invisible then you thought.

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