Color

I'm starting to wonder if I'm back at that bad place, and if things are going wrong again. I'm beginning to question why I feel hollow so suddenly, so unexpectedly. I think there's something wrong with me. Better yet, there is. I'm not your normal person, and I don't have a pretty little past. I'm partly your average Joe, partly your twisted teen. But more than that, and not in the middle, I'm nothing like the two, and I've put myself in some undefined space.
I've tried to figure out who I am, and have only concluded that I know jack-shit. I've tried to find some place in life, only to realize it's not just too early, but that I end up where I started.
Things are near gray and black, and the multi-color's gone. The pictured frame is lacking shape, and I'm not sure where I'm at. This messy puddle has spilled over the brim, onto the floor surrounding all that is me. It is in this pool that I try to find myself, only to realize, I can't be freed. It's onto a new chapter, where I'm going to try again, to let things out, and let others in. If I can do it, I don't know, I'm not sure. Hopefully it will be done, because I won't stay here in this square. I've got things to do, and I'm going to get there.
I'm tired of pencil, I'm going to use crayons, and color my little world with blue, green, and light.

--V