"My life is golden",
"My life is blue",
& mine is grey,
a mix of black horror life of mine with
white joyous days,
days when I'm alone in my room and
crying about the pain that never ends,
to the days when I'm with my family
and friends,
the duality of my life is both scary and
beautiful,
like a draughted land in summer and
in monsoon,
wishing that the bad days were less
and the good days were more,
but I've to know that it isn't childhood
anymore,
I'm growing up becoming more of a
liar than becoming wiser,
I'm fine - a constant lie I say,
My life is grey,
One day I'm seeing the field of daisies,
& the other I'm on my floor shivering
like I'm crazy.
Grey