Blank page no longer

A blank page, now filled with rage
blackened to the core
with tattoos that won’t leave
scars you can never fully erase
the cracks that you drew
too narrow to go through
can’t read between the lines
in all this madness, and all this darkness
i can’t even see what’s in front of me

you drew up this world
personality in the pen
the ink is so misleading
colour’s ever changing
interpretations, defining meaning
but is there even any
and is there even a point

You say there are many points
and to connect the dots
but the bigger picture is too abstract
but it shows your conscience
but it can’t be decoded

What are these hieroglyphics
when did i get dyslexia
i can’t read what’s in front of me
i can’t read what’s on your mind
you’re just one of a kind