You keep dressing me in orange
Even though I prefer black
Twisting me in light, so you can see
My full potential
When I don’t mind wearing my skeletons
Upon my sleeve
You never understood, why I chose
The shadows over the spotlight
That I found it sexy to dance with my ghosts
Instead of keeping them in box under the bed
Your demons find you
Whether or not you open the door to let them in


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