In my head,

Emotions are a wide spectrum of colors,

I try not to always fall in love with them,

Still, I try.

I try to not let the realities of life,

Stifle out the joy of a new shade…

…My taste buds know no other taste when pain sits

Like a king at the bridge of my tongue

I have felt enough pain to master its taste

It is bitter-sour, it tastes like sand and despair…

Since I tasted my mother's milk, they whispered of my boundless potential,

Building expectations of greatness, as if it were quintessential.

But now doubts creep in, casting shadows on lofty heights,

Anxiety haunts my slumber, cloaking my nights…

My pose just like the prose,

we take a stand today again,

a peace keeping mission it should be,

“in and out” they said…