It was first grade

When I felt the sadness change

The sadness I had known many a time before

The blueness it began to turn black

Like a rotting piece of bread over time

I felt that venomous blackness grow and become a part of me

That blackness, that darkness, that seemed so easy to become

And soon everything turned black

And I couldn't see

Who I really was anymore

Because other people's words

Other people's faces

All turned black to me

I never saw red, but that inky cloud 

When I realised I was becoming someone unknown

And so I suppressed it

I never really missed it

Until I saw I couldn't

The venom it seeps through every now and then

I catch myself changing into that someone else

The blackness, the poisonous, world view

It never really does go away. 

Not really 

And you all have it. You do

The ability to see the worst in everything and everyone

It just differs, how much you let out