Black & White


She pulls at her hair and tries to scream
But no sound emerges from her lips, she is left to dream
To hope that silence will let go of her and let her live
She has no smiles left to fake, no more of her broken heart to give
She is forced to learn the difference between right and wrong
Though, nothing is real, so why be strong?
She looks out the window at a world so full of color
Looks at herself, drenched in black and white she realizes her horror
Wonders, maybe the world is the one that’s completely deranged
Maybe she isn’t so broken and completely insane
The people in this world look directly into her eyes, and still overlook her misery
She looks through those same eyes in the mirror, yet seems to miss the mystery
Doesn’t understand how people can miss so much of what is right in front of their faces
Yet it doesn’t truly bother her, considering she was trying to hide it in the first place
She looks at a world of robots, acting how they are told, not how they feel
And even though she may suffer some pain and loneliness, at least in her heart she knows its real
She tightens her fist, grits her teeth in an unadulterated anger
She can feel her eyes burning with it; her soul is in so much danger
Her head falls down on her pillow, her eyes never close
Her mind never at rest, this is not the life she would’ve chose
Nightmares would be dreams compared to the hell that she calls home
The world doesn’t see her drowning, so help will never come
She constantly walks on eggshells, tip toeing, trying not to stir up the past
Pieces of who she once was chipping off like jagged glass
Cutting her on the way down leaving a memory, scars painting her fragile skin
Vibrant colors of red break the black and white of which she was once consumed in
She dreamed once when she was a little girl that she could fly
And now she stands with her feet on the ground, miles beneath the sky
Asking herself how she never got there, how her feet could’ve never left the ground
She jumps off the ledge, the wind calm and gentle through her hair all the way down
She opens her eyes to find herself still stained, black and white
A tear rolls down her freckled cheek, as she realizes she’ll never take flight

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