a zebra

Am I a white horse with black stripes?

Or a black horse with white stripes?

I look at myself unaware of who I am, yet I see everyone else so clearly.

I know of the unicorn... a simple colored horse, yet it gets all the credit for having only a single horn, yet a bull has two and everyone only uses them as a term for my sadness.

(bull shit.)

me and the bull aren't much different for we both are misunderstood.

but there I go again worrying about others and not seeing my own true colors.

but aside from all the sadness.

everyone is the same.

everyone is the same color.

everyone has the same parts.

though too bad the only way people realize that is when you tear others open.

or if you tear yourself open.

sadness is all the same black and white leaking red.

IF my name were Judice

would you ask me what my mood is?

IF my name were Bobby

would you ask me of my hobby?

I cry, I smile, I love, I hate...

I do so much more than detonate...

-anonymous

thank you