Hating someone for their skin color
Is like hating a certain color of skittles
Don't you know
All skittles are the same flavor
The colors just represent different smells for the flavors
That make people assume they're different..

God created us all in his image
Skin color and all
So what makes you think
Your skin color is dominant

Why are you sad?
They ask
I'm not, I say
I don't feel a thing..

I stare in the mirror
And all I see
Is a girl I hate
Staring back at me..

I have been told..
"Only the crazy see things"
Or could it really just be
Our minds playing tricks on us?

Isn't it crazy?
As kids we were scared
Of the monsters under our beds
But little did we know
The monsters
Were all around us...

I want to find myself
But I don't know how...