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Grey
Looking over my shoulder,
To confront a world behind my back.
To see not what it has,
Only what it lacks.
My headache feels like a tumour,
My prospects are hidden by misery,
The sun in the sky is shaded away,
And what could be a blue sky is
Grey.
All my secrets have been betrayed,
Thrown into a closet and locked away.
I know what you think of me,
And could make a good guess why.
But you don’t know that these thoughts of me,
Attack me through your open eyes.
Cold, and hurtful, their colour so
Grey.
Looking over my shoulder,
To confront a world behind my back.
I keep my eye on it,
As I fear it could attack.
My life, it feels like a sentence,
My mind, it feels like a curse,
When I look ahead, I want to cry,
Nothings black, its even worse.
Grey.
