She was painted so attractively.

With flecks of deep red like the fire that burned in her heart.
Flowing auburn and burgundy hair she dyed to feel strong.
Specks of amber that seemed to shine around her body as she yearned to feel bright and happy again.

And a hazy but deep emerald painted in haphazard fashion which contained her jealousy because all she wanted was to be perfect.

Swirls of dark cyan and teal like the tears that dripped off her face.

And the lilac dashes were her moments of serenity where her hands created magic out of paper and pen and her mind was finally put to peace.

The fuchsia smeared across her lips, making her feel a little bit prettier.
Tad bits of maroon like the blood that was shed (figuratively).

She was a colorful girl behind the bland grey veil she hid under,
All to avoid the perils she received in black and white.

*Her life had every shade of color, but they couldn’t form a rainbow!