I paint myself with yellow paint.
Very bright,
very nice.
I run around in the daylight sun,
all bright and happy and cheerful,
all covered in yellow paint.
I see people looking.
I smile,
I wave.
The paint begins to chip.
The dark navy blue paint that is underneath begins to show.
People are looking.
I apply another coat of yellow paint,
along with a smile.
Bright, happy, cheerful.
I keep painting on the yellow paint,
coat upon coat.
The only thing I have to hide is the blue underneath.
At night the people stop looking.
I wash off the yellow.
Dark, sad, forlorn.
I am covered,
head to toe,
in the dark blue paint.
I am always covered by a shield of blue paint.
The yellow paint is washable,
but the blue is permanent.
The sun rises,
the people are looking.
Once again, I cover myself with yellow paint.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
I paint myself with yellow paint.
Very bright,
very nice.
I run around in the daylight sun,
all bright and happy and cheerful,
all covered in yellow paint.
I see people looking.
I smile,
I wave.
The paint begins to chip.
The dark navy blue paint that is underneath begins to show.
People are looking.
I apply another coat of yellow paint,
along with a smile.
Bright, happy, cheerful.
I keep painting on the yellow paint,
coat upon coat.
The only thing I have to hide is the blue underneath.
At night the people stop looking.
I wash off the yellow.
Dark, sad, forlorn.
I am covered,
head to toe,
in the dark blue paint.
I am always covered by a shield of blue paint.
The yellow paint is washable,
but the blue is permanent.
The sun rises,
the people are looking.
Once again, I cover myself with yellow paint.
