My brain is full of colours and patterns that no one else can see
A host of words bouncing back and forth aching to be free.
I open my mouth and words come out but they get misunderstood
So I try to explain myself but to angry ears it does no good.
The magic in my head, the colours and the sound
Are the safest place in all my life, that I have so far found.
So when voices get raised and anger begins to boil over
Inside my head I watch the sights and sounds of a Super Nova
Why do you never listen, where on earth is your head
The questions I am often asked, they make me run for bed.
Is it any wonder I hide inside my imagination inside my virtual world
Where rainbows twirl around me and all my dreams like banners are unfurled.
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My inspiration for this poem came from a picture on Deb’s blog Once upon a hotflush
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Original image best guess on Google here
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