The color of pain,

Surrounds me.

Such a color,

A blazing white rage,

Fills my eyes.

 

As the sweet taste of happiness,

Fiils up others.

To me,

It is, anything but sweet.

Such a bitter taste,

Happiness leaves.

 

But how?

How such a color fills me with pain?

Weighing me down,

Pelting me with iced rain.

And how?

How such a taste so sweet,

Is only bitter to me?

 

It's like poison,

Running the course of my veins.

This probably,

Only true,

Only for me.