Colors
I'm lost
I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand
Red, Blue, Green,
What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
Hidden, yet in full view
Everything I see and hear seems to simply go towards swallowing my being with more
More
More color
I can't escape yet I refuse to fight back
Leaving me in a state
A state of Red, where I feel resentment for my father never being around
Red that I can't seem to keep all the wants in my life in line
Red that no matter what I do to try and impress I will never live up to that image that I have set for myself
That image that everything has to be Purple
Regal, delicate, so finely fit together and calm
I yearn for purple but it never seems to fit
Instead I get Yellows, where I can't even be myself and say my words without rehearsing it
Yellow that I say the wrong things or that I put out the wrong image
or Blue
Thinking quite simply that I shouldn't even get out of bed, because what's there to do but hold a pillow close to my chest wishing that someone was there instead
Sometimes they mold and I feel a sickly Green, where every action and reaction becomes a worry that something isn't quite right.
That I'm not quite right.
But most often I feel Pink,
I see Pink in those few around me, because I crave what is impossible to have
I revel in it, wallow in it, I wade through seas of Pink just trying to figure out when it'll be enough to just feel the Pink rushing through my own veins.
I want to be monochromatic
but for now it feels that I must wallow through this rainbow until I either reach my purple, or simply fade to black.
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