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Colors


 

My mind has many colors

Some are green and some are blue 

I never know which color will be coming through 

Sometimes I try to change 

The color that appears 

Can I change or hide it,   

So I can quell my fears      

It seems that they get all mixed up 

The colors all seem blended 

The color that I get 

Was not what I intended

So daily life remains the same 

The colors ever changing 

If I could only live my life Without the rearranging 

I try to hide my color 

So people will not see 

If only people saw me 

The way I’d like to be. 

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