i.

i wanted to paint the world with my thoughts
but was soon discouraged by the monochromatic minds
of people who were too bound by the norms of society
to appreciate the beautiful madness
this ugly world has to offer.

"fuck you all" i said to them in my colorful language
and they never said anything back
just whispered among themselves,
"this girl's disturbed"
and maybe i am, maybe i'm not
but at least i know what it feels like
to be comfortable in my own skin.

my bones know me
and the blood that gushes forth in my veins
accept me for who i am.
in the meantime,
that's all i need.
not your scrutinizing looks,
not your presumtions
and certainly not your sympathy.

never your sympathy