Technicolor

I feel like I've been underwater

and I'm just now coming up for air

everything seemed so shaky

and now it's crystal clear

 

maybe you pulled me out

or maybe I'd been drifting out

for some time now

 

perhaps I was never drowning

perhaps I had dreamed it all up

 

but I know that feeling was real

I was numb

I was cold

I was nearly blacking out

 

everything was blue and now

it feels technicolor

I'm Picasso coming out

of his blue era

 

word that described me were bitter

selfish, only wanting to be adored

but that's not how I am

not how I should be

 

sometimes I am so convinced 

that I act happy and confident

I even believe it myself

 

that's how I used to be

but I've faked it 'til I became it

I'm now in technicolor

This poem is about: 
Me

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