cloying colors

By: Michael Karpati

thrashing yourself for clashing ideas;

conflict stunts your growth, you see.

dunce, you call yourself in pain;

please, release me, you beg yourself in vain.

your body is foreign to the space it inhabits,

as are we all when it comes down to it;

you lose your love, you live your death;

cloying colors make it all worth it in the end.

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Michael is an aspiring author graduated from the creative writing program at York University. His work centers on anxi-ety, depression, and various mental illnesses; he hopes to project a feeling of belonging for people who lack it. He has been published in several print and online magazines.