Just something I scribbled during Irish in school, nothing major: don't be harsh. I'm not a poet. It's not my focus... I write stories mainly. But whatever; here it is... my first post.

Review if you feel like it... for this; I'm not so pushed : ) it's just me and my mind for 97 words (i think...)

Vacant and Gray

.:By xoX-IHeartSureal-Xox:.

Another vacant day

All the colours turn to gray

All minds conform

Morphing to the norm

Identical, so uniform

So many cliques in which to split

Whatever way they can fit

Though they say they don’t give a shit

But no one slots into the jigsaw perfectly

No matter what lies they tell themselves to believe

And though I try to wear this all on my sleeve

My broken confidence blocks the way

Sinking dreams cut off the bay

Such a twisted game we play

We pass another vacant day

All the colours fade to gray