.Grey. | Teen Ink


January 29, 2017
By WarZone PLATINUM, Deltona, Florida
WarZone PLATINUM, Deltona, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. - T.s Eliot

Sometime only paper will listen to you.-Unknown

I told you my dangerous demons,

that are now my precious angels.


Even with knowing this you never treated me like I was mad, so unlike others who could never understand.
Those who can’t understand why I gave my soul to these angels,
Why I dropped to my knees and had become a doll for them to push needles in.


Even when I cried my senseless, shameful, tears,

you told me not to fear this world.
Things will get better that’s what you said,

but I knew it wasn’t true,


I was a slave to the demons, not a fool to what they can do.
Even though those words held no meaning to this world, I still held them close to my heart.


To think the best of this world would be a fool's mistake, though some days I wished I was dull.
I wanted these words to be true,

I wanted to be a person who could think the best of the world.
I guess till then, I will have to settle to hear someone else think that the world wasn’t mush.


You taught me to be strong,

even when I thought I wasn’t.
You never gave up on me, even when I did.
You told me the world may look black and white,

but there is a grey,
you just need to find it.


Respecting my decisions when no one else would, not making me a perfect even when everyone else did.
When my flaws would shine through my mask, you would still take my hand and guide me, never treating me like trash. 
I have spent countless hours and tears with you,

and I will spend countless more.


You’ll shelter me, protect me from bad, even when I’m wrong.
You’re the only one who will teach me, rather than shame me.

I know I can’t hold on your hand forever, so when I have to let it go,
I want you to know one last thing.


I’ve found my grey long ago and it’s you.

The author's comments:

I wrote this poem two years ago and I found it recenlty and redid it. I wrote this for someone that I could lean on during a hard time in my life. When I was at my lowest in life. While my days have gotten brighter my writings and poems still reflect on my dark days that did and are happening right now.  I actually submitted this poem in a Valentine's Day competition at my school. With no intention of evening have my poem recgonized. I could've wrote a sappy love poem but I wanted something that came from my heart not my brain. I got first place out of everyone who submitted. When I got up there a lady had told me she read my poem and told me to keep writing. Now this meant a lot to me because writing had became my only escape during my hard times and still is now. After a while it became my passion and the only therapy I had when I was alone. Just thought I should tell the story behind this poem.   

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