Silver
A rush of silver
Trails down my skin
Cold, yet harmful
My mind is now at ease
My peach-colored skin
Is covered in red paint
Hateful words cloud my mind
Swarms of regret surround my thoughts
Unable to clear
Any longer
I hate how the blame
Comes round back to my mind
I hate the inevitable feeling
To see the red paint
On my peach – colored skin
I hate how I have to lie
When someone asks how I am
And I reply
I’m fine
I hate the guilt that
Spreads through my body
Unable to speak
The truth
Of what I can and can’t do
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Roni Al | Year Posted 2025
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