There is much to me than the jovial colors you see,
Often my world falls apart
and all those colors are camouflaged to everything dark.
Drowning in my own thoughts,
I search for my happy places,
but the same air,
now feels so unfamiliar.
In crowd and in solus
this emptiness weighs me down.
Suddenly I am a terrible fit
for all things existing.
Yet for the ones,
who always wanted to know but never cared to listen,
I might never find answers to this emptiness
but don't fill my voids with your speculations
I might rise with or without a hand to hold on
but next time you see me smiling again
please know, that ;
There is much to me than the jovial colors you see.
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