Once I was the color blue.
The tears that fell down my cheeks,
my broken heart,
and my sadness
were the color blue
and I didn't know how to
change that.
Once I was color black.
I screamed at all times
out of anger that was
nonexistent.
I was a void who knew
how to make others
feel blue,
and I wanted to change that.
Once I was the color yellow.
I was happy with myself
and I knew that the sadness
wasn't gone,
but the blue was.
I knew that the anger was
somewhere deep inside of me,
but I knew that I wasn't
a void anymore.
I'm no longer a color.*
I am nothing,
I can be who I need to be
without having to label myself.
Once you're a color,
you'll always be that color,
but the color won't always be you.
I'm trying really hard to write something, sorry because this *****