The colours, so bright
they contrasted each other
the entire scene, radiated
It sent shivers through her spine
and made her hands tremble
It pulsed, it flickered
and they despised it.

so they shoved it down her throat
and the colours dimmed
most faded completely
everything wondrous
had just left
leaving her
stranded.

The grey world
could never compare
to her wondrous one
where the colours
were indescribable
it was too dull
nothing ever happened
and she despised it

But the wondrous world
had a twisted heart
it distorted those she loved
if she left for too long
they despised it

Her wondrous world
had a way
to slowly drag her back
tormenting her
and showing
the long lost cases of her smiles

She had no place in either world
the Grey world despised her
and she despised her wondrous world
So she left
Both.

Nobody despised either
When she left.