Watercolour Black And Dull Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Watercolour black and dull,
Are the memories of our time.
Each one melting within your skull,
Oozing out like that of slime.

I don’t recall feeling this way,
No matter how hard I try.
Loss of freedom, so I must obey,
But I’m afraid to question why.

It’s always just me there,
Alone, assaulted by my thoughts.
They never give me time to prepare,
So I am scarred, and left in distraught.

It’s as if I don’t know myself,
I do not know what to expect.
I hunt myself, with the greatest of stealth,
Bizarre feelings I inject.