The Vision
Brain on sensory overload
Fade into the darkness
She's becoming like a ghost
Turned into a bad girl
You can still smell the sweet perfume
Closet full of black
What's the pont of color
Everytime she's sweet
She gets messed over
Imagination runs wild
But she said its been a while
Painting pictures of the future
What she wants to go to school for
Broadcasting- all this news
Has to be the one to get it done
Stationed 'round this confusion
Spinning in a circle
Round and round she goes
Vision is blurred
It's only getting worse
Can't focus one thing
She's focused on it all...
This poem is about:
Me