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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