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At Times
Some days the clouds stand right in front of my sunlight,
without a fight I let them stand.
Dark,
Dingy,
Impenetrable to the sun is my golden skin,
no way to allow the UV rays in.
Some days the clouds black the rain.
Drops of confusion rain on the insane,
Fading away our painted on smiles
soon to be painted on again.
Some days when I'm sad
I'm still crying in the mirror,
Wary of my dark clouds getting bigger.
Without direction blazing winds carry my soul into vanity,
some days the wind blows so hard clothes don't stand a chance on my naked body.
The calm quiet dark
floods every brain cell,
every atom,
every ligament,
every bone into chaos and calamity.
Depression raids my soul with the frustration of a hurricane,
some days I have to force myself into the rain.
without a fight I let them stand.
Dark,
Dingy,
Impenetrable to the sun is my golden skin,
no way to allow the UV rays in.
Some days the clouds black the rain.
Drops of confusion rain on the insane,
Fading away our painted on smiles
soon to be painted on again.
Some days when I'm sad
I'm still crying in the mirror,
Wary of my dark clouds getting bigger.
Without direction blazing winds carry my soul into vanity,
some days the wind blows so hard clothes don't stand a chance on my naked body.
The calm quiet dark
floods every brain cell,
every atom,
every ligament,
every bone into chaos and calamity.
Depression raids my soul with the frustration of a hurricane,
some days I have to force myself into the rain.
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