The Venom In My Eyes
It was first grade When I felt the sadness change The sadness I had known many a time before The blueness it began to turn black Like a rotting piece of bread over time I felt that venomous blackness grow and become a part of me That blackness, that darkness, that seemed so easy to become And soon everything turned black And I couldn't see Who I really was anymore Because other people's words Other people's faces All turned black to me I never saw red, but that inky cloud When I realised I was becoming someone unknown And so I suppressed it I never really missed it Until I saw I couldn't The venom it seeps through every now and then I catch myself changing into that someone else The blackness, the poisonous, world view It never really does go away. Not really