Color me surprised
And content
And nervous,
Because that is who I am.

Color me
My colors,
Colors that cannot lie,
That cannot hide who I truly am.

Color me someone
Who didn’t always know how to spell surprised,
Unaware of the extra r I needed.

Color me a nervous wreck
Who can’t handle being near a lot of people,
Because I get shaky and full of
Nervous energy.

What color is nervous energy?

What colors make up me,
Make up my stained glass window?

I love stained glass windows
And how many colors they hold,
Mix match shards of personality
And sun catching.

Color me like a daughter who loves her mother,
Like I buy my mom small stained glass window panels
Of butterflies and flowers and dragonflies,
Every year,
Because I do.

My stained glass window is glittery,
Like a dust storm of sparkles,
And it’s in pinks and blues and purples
And all the pretty colors.

Really,
I don’t know what my stained glass window
Looks like,
Only other people can see that.

But I can see the sunlight,
The positivity and friendship and love around me
That casts through my stained glass window,
And I see the colors of me on the floor.
I see my anxiety and stress in my tears,
My happiness in my laughter.

These colors paint a room like real paint,
From life,
through me
like glass,
to others.

And I see the colors of my stained glass window
On the floor.