The Perfect Color to Hide Behind

The purest color of all others

The most revealing if stained

Yet this color hides my mind from lurking emotions

Invincible sadness that would otherwise consume my entire being

Though the connotation of purity is attached to this color

This meaning cannot embody my cowardice hiding

Purity evaporated long ago

Leaving only the stain of red sin and torturous pain

Red now creates white instead of staining it

Red allows my way out to exist

Red are the tears I cry alone

In order to hide behind the color white

White is my hiding place

Painted with black and red on the inside

Torture locked out by my refuge

White lines left to hide my secret torture