Pink's Shadow

Only a portion of me is a neon pink.

Outgoing and wild,

crazy and free,

doing what I want,

when I please.

On a good day I'm a bold red.

Bouncing off the walls,

and sass escaping from every part of my body,

nothing getting in my way.

But what you don't see is dark.

Shades darker than the devil's soul.

The deepest black is within me.

Scared and full of worry,

shy and suffocating from regret.

You may never acknowledge the black,

but it's always there.

It's the shadow of the pink.

Shadows are dark.

But that's the only thing dark about me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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