Colors
Even if my life has no color,
I will always paint yours in every shade
because I know what it feels like to live without color.
I know how broken a person becomes
when nothing is ever painted for them.
Ever since I was little,
I could tell the difference between real and fake colors.
I recognized fake smiles,
felt their emptiness before anyone said a word.
I understood what adults thought
children were too young to notice.
The strangest part is
I always saw the lies.
Every one of them.
Now I’m almost twenty,
and I still haven’t felt any color.
Maybe I’m too broken.
But how can someone who has felt nothing
be this shattered?
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
Colors
Even if my life has no color,
I will always paint yours in every shade
because I know what it feels like to live without color.
I know how broken a person becomes
when nothing is ever painted for them.
Ever since I was little,
I could tell the difference between real and fake colors.
I recognized fake smiles,
felt their emptiness before anyone said a word.
I understood what adults thought
children were too young to notice.
The strangest part is
I always saw the lies.
Every one of them.
Now I’m almost twenty,
and I still haven’t felt any color.
Maybe I’m too broken.
But how can someone who has felt nothing
be this shattered?
I've learned to live black and grays, but I will try my best to color the world for someone else
Even if I can't feel them for myself.