Black inside
But no one can know
Because black is unacceptable.
So I paint myself with bright colors
Sunny Yellows
Grassy Greens
Rosy Reds
Sky Blues
I am a mirror
I feel what you are feeling
Or is that just how it seems?
Sometimes I can't tell.
WHO AM I?
And sometimes? a crack
Appears in my painted shell
And black leaks through
Smearing the colors that you want to see.
But when you see the black
You are confused,
Don't quite know what to do.
So I found out
That which I wish wasn't true;
People don't want to look at blackness.
So, maybe if I slather enough color on the outside
The brightness will start to bleed through
To my insides too...