This is Grey

Skipping school was a bad idea.



This is grey.
Scrawled words in seclusion.
The only release in broadcasting your words to those who could not care!
This is grey.
Pacing places, disturbed faces.
This is grey.
Limited and confined by apathy and inability.
This is grey.
Every creative impulse seized in delight.
An attempt to forget how dull you really are.
This is grey.
The seconds sleeting by with no way to capture them and use them.
Wasted.
This is grey.
Every emotion regulated and repressed.
Not by anything external, but by your own choice.
This is grey.
The system that governs our lives.
This is grey.
Walls painted blue and sickly yellow.
This is grey.
A checklist of tasks to keep you existing.
This is grey.
A boy who pretends that he is a man.
This is grey.
This is grey.
This is grey.