Blue
I am cut from a seperate fabric than the rest.
My material is a vibrant red while everyone else's is a pale blue.
They try and tell me, "You are blue! Just like us." Yet I am not color blind.
I see the difference.
And it is this difference, and their longing for me to be like them, that leaves me more isolated than ever.
But then I met you,
And you were the most beautiful shade of blue.
My world turned full circle,
And I became purple.
I was no longer sad,
And when I smile I'm really glad-
That I wasn't blue
Because I wouldn't have found a new hue.
This poem is about:
Me