SWEET RED

A shell That's what I am As blank as a white canvas I walk around Strolling and reflecting whatever the society throws my way Mixing their various perspectives of norms on me Creating and leaving a storm in it's wake Breaking through the shell Combusting as hell I try to phoenix myself back I watch as everyone goes on with their monotony like I was a nonentity When all I did was try and fit in They think they've gotten rid of me ? Well NOT YET.