The Break Down of Me

by PurpleStrawberry14

This is a poem, it describes me as a person/writer, and since I write all of my stories as if I was in the situation, it sould give you better insight on my OC's. You dont have to review, but it would be nice. Imma rate it M because all of my stories are M. :D

Skye Jackson

ELA: Seabron

September 24, 2012

The Break down of Me

I am purple, a mixture of blue and red, good and bad, a contradiction.

I wonder what the world has in store for a person like me.

I hear the sound of my footsteps ahead of an elder universe that can't seem to keep up.

I see a female standing in a field of roses calm, peaceful, at home.

I want the soft rasp in my ears, speeds unknown in an endearing race, ending in a genuine warm embrace.

I am purple, a mixture of blue and red, good and bad, a contradiction.

I pretend I'm free and not a prisoner to my age, that I am not enslaved by those who are elder, nearing their own end.

I feel alone, as sad as the cliché maybe.

I need my twin in ways I can't explain.

I worry I'm not good enough, when I'm in a sea of people who act the same, becoming their own society in their differences.

I cry when my heart breaks, the pain surges and pulsates to an unearthly beat as each drop falls.

I am purple, a mixture of blue and red, good and bad, a contradiction.

I understand I'm different, a rare species nearly extinct in its own.

I believe in no one, because no one is without flaw.

I try to move forward and fight to go on into another day of sheer boredom.

I hope to be happy in a place of my own with my twin.

I am purple, a mixture of blue and red, good and bad, a contradiction.