Lilac

White noise is what I'm after

Perfection, goodness, neutrality

Stark, cold and isolation simultaneously

You describe the color white, you are referring to me

Two extremes merged in one person, I'm flattered

Two extremes weigh me down

Only anger and sadness, only red and blue

Discovering a middle ground, human error

Continue searching for the purple

I don't know the purpose

Can't find peace within myself

No satisfaction when it comes to my presence

You are like a rare, indestructible lilac dimond beautifully formed by the pressure you put on yourself

Forced to stay with me, I can't expect that from you

Your presence is a reward

Devoting a second of your limited time to me

You are the middle ground, safety is all I feel

Struggling to put the intense self-hatred into words

Projecting myself onto you

Still believing one can only receive love when they love themselves

But what is there to love?

Desperately seeking something

They will give up on me, I have given up on myself

I knew it from the start

I keep repeating myself like a broken record

Mentally preparing myself

It will pass

But ho am I without my two extremes?