Paintings are the sky in many colors,

She looks and observes as well as many others,

Green as the grass as she is the color of life,

Shining through the dark scaring the demons of the night,

Misunderstood in her ways in her lonely days,

Misunderstood in her mind so she stays behind,

She knows little of her true potential,

Chosen surroundings bring her stagnant from her quick mental,

She has not accepted what others realize,

If only she looked at the mirror to see her eyes