keeping my splendor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
people try to tell her what she sees is wrong and her mind is contaminated by drugs, but actually what she sees is just beauty.

Submitted: January 05, 2012

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Colors float around; me Images blur

 My imagination has fused with my reality

No amount of time spent alone in a white room

Can stop this occurrence, it is me,

It is beautiful.

 

They tell me I am wrong

They give me drugs to stop the splendor,

But they will not work.

My mind has become to found of this new world

It has become me, it will never leave

 

They doubt my mind’s abilities,

Insist the colors are from drugs.

They insult me,

Insult and degrade the enchanting world

I was able to create.

They refuse to stop and look around,

If they tried they might see too.

But they just do not understand

The beauty is in me.


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