In a room full of butterflies I chose my own cocoon to spin my realities into some dreams and not become a victim to the rest of the breed, because what if my scars start to heavily bleed will I still survive or melt in the heat.

Just as they penetrate through my insecurities they realise they have gallons to dip their fingers in, I'm a thousand different shades of me.

People confuse me to be rude when I refuse but how do I paint the black which thrives from the chamber in the corner that no one wishes to see.

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P. S-This is so not halloweenic XD