The color that I am
I was once full of colour
I had a rainbow through my heart
My days were never rough
Right from the start
One day something changed
Some colours began to grey
Some colours began to spill
Even to this day
There's hardly any left
"What now" you may ask
I dip my fingers in it
And make myself a mask
A mask of blue and green
Of yellow, red, and pink
My colour's on the outside
And not where you may think
I act like I'm all happy
Full of beams of light
I do a lot of lying
I say that I'm alright
My colours are outside
Not where they should be
Painting my fake smiles
Hiding real me
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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