Little Mockingbird brittle
feelings rise, and I quell them
Incessant chatter matters not
credible doubt sewn in bright colors
to conceal the hurt feelings
In a quilt of bone and blood
stars in the eyes for the center
a hurt so great it pales the others
vanilla feelings for a palate of flavor
Beige smiles infuriate
caustic anger ensues
Double vision in the masquerade
never to know who to trust
blanketed thoughts bleed
True colors come out in the wash
Rated for Everyone
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Summary:
just feelings of being an outcast...
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