Life in the greyscale,
Passing by the sights,
Unable to feel the warmth, smell the scents, see the sights.
Living in the greyscale,
Devoid of colour,
All in grey.
I’ve realised life,
For what it is,
A lie or greyscale.
What many have tried to show me,
To get me to see the meaning,
To be content.
They misunderstand me,
Not to be content with a lie,
Even a beneficial one,
Now I’m left in the greyscale.
Thrown to the sharks of life,
By my friends,
Left to starve,
Left in torture,
Left without meaning, feeling, or acceptance.
By those who I’d give everything to.
Left in disappointment.
Looking for an answer,
But always confronted by the greyscale.
Left in the rain,
Seeing, but unfeeling.
As I walk through the greyscale.
The life that unfurls before me.
All grey, watched as it passes, but unfelt.
Intriguing but incomprehensible.
Empty and grey.
Thrown away from possible lies,
Acknowledging the greyscale,
Others wanted me to acknowledge:
Life rather than kindness,
Reality rather than care
Limitations rather than desires.
They threw me under,
Thrust the knife so deep.
Left me with nothing.
Less than nothing.
Left with nothingness in face of everything.
The fault of those who threw me to the greyscale.
Who ridiculed me. Who belittled me.
Trying to hold on. Determined to launch out, to break forth.
But for now,
In this life of greyscale.