color wheel

I finally turned red with rage,

green with envy,

and blue with depression.


why can't I just turn happy?

Simply fill me with the purple smile of a dancing clown.

Let me not frown,

I just want to smile.

Can you make me look happy?

color me a new shade of pink,

rosy cheeks that will never be mine.

Only the hollow empty black pits disguising themselves as big, brown, wide, eyes.

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