Living my life in dark patches of blue and grey,
when it could be bright pinks and the color of a clear blue day.
Hiding who I am, to protect the reality I am in,
uncomfortable and struggling within my own skin.
Black splotches in my head run with bright yellow lines of worry,
the rest covered in bad memories and red rage and fury.
I'm like a  bad ending in a great book,
Dissapointing, and no longer worth the look.