My Inner Workings

Colours

I am a crayon.
I can be broken,
I can be powdered,
But I would still keep my print, just a broken down version of it.

If you don't mean to break me, be aware.
I'm fragile.
Once shattered, I am not easy to have.
Be aware, for you'll need me to fill out your grey colouring books,
But I'll be too far apart to hold together,
And too hateful to help.

I'm a box of crayons.
I'm green, yellow, pink
Red, orange and blue
Black, white and purple
Grey, gold and silver.
And everything with in.
I look like a box.
Just a normal card board box.
But those who dared to look inside,
They would see things they've never seen,
And colours they've never even heard of.

I'm a rainbow.
I'm not happy.
Who said I was?
But I'm not sad either.
I'm both,
For I am made from the tear of a cloud and a smile of the sun.
I'm colours,
For I refuse to A colour.