Writing

The gray area between dark and light

dancing in and out of different shades

sentimental

snarky

indignant

I am myself

and the world gets to

deal with it

don't hide my personality

O Romeo

my love

my life

my savior

I speaketh through my metaphors

I whisper my lies

Romeo, my dearest Romeo

sing to me, keepest me alight

Cut my nails so I can

ShOvE        them

In my ears

And wrapped up in a blanket

No one can    sEE me

here

But I can

the rat is still there

it lurks in the shadows

its claws scratch against the cold stone

the rat persists

it feasts on our true feelings

any sign of our true emotion -

i really don't get prejudice

i mean just the concept of it

how could you hate someone borne

by the same earth, the same fire

how could you explain someone else's life

as being worth less air than your own

The United States of America

as seen on the binding documents, on formal things

USA

as said by random people you know

The US

as told by your parents

America