The Vision

Brain on sensory overload

Fade into the darkness

She's becoming like a ghost

Turned into a bad girl 

You can still smell the sweet perfume 

Closet full of black

What's the pont of color

Everytime she's sweet 

She gets messed over

Imagination runs wild 

But she said its been a while

Painting pictures of the future 

What she wants to go to school for

Broadcasting- all this news

Has to be the one to get it done

Stationed 'round this confusion 

Spinning in a circle 

Round and round she goes 

Vision is blurred

It's only getting worse 

Can't focus one thing

She's focused on it all...

This poem is about: 
Me

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