not black or white
shades of gray
lack of color
dull and gay
no emotions
just a mask
have no virtues
no one asks
how it feels to
be so alone
when surrounded by
those unshone
smiles pass by
they're all the same
fake and plastered
upon their face
If i'm in fact
such a talent
then why am I
utterly useless
I'm nothing special
just a shade of gray
belonging no where
afraid to say
the way that i feel
to minty pastures
who plucked her strings
so I could be less alone
I share that feeling with her
that its hard
to remove that mask that we wear so often
to show the world who we really are
but I don't belong here
no wings to fly
magic or color
just routine
day and night
I saw her there
sitting silent
watching closely
as I poured out
my heart and soul
through this cello
about the ponies
i wish i'd known
but pain and questions
dominate
my own attempts to
find an escape
but still she sat there
watching me
as i played my
notes so sweet
If I'm infact
Such a talent
Then why am I
utterly useless
I'm nothing special
just a shade of gray
belonging no where
afraid to say
the way that i feel
to minty pastures
who plucked her strings
so I could be less alone
I share that feeling with her
that its hard
to remove that mask that we were so often
to show the world who we really are
but I don't belong here
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