there is a beat to my step
orange waves
vibrations of a song.
notes prancing around my heart,
rushing to my head
bursting into melody.

harmonious it is not,
fighting the chords
while sour notes collide
forming nothing more but,
a false charm

it tries to swing me
turning my legs inside out,
falling into fake tears
for this song is not mine.
controlled and altered to hum along
it stings my chest,
nails on end,
blackening my soul.

i cant stop singing,
i will not lose my tune.

i dreamed
as the snowflakes went by
then i saw my reflection,
screaming inside.