Sometimes I wish my palette was as vibrant as yours.
You paint in colour, whilst I paint in monochrome.
Maybe then, I'd be accepted,
Maybe then, I'd be loved.
But because I am different, you discard me and treat me unfairly.
Whilst you have access to the rainbow and a key to happiness, that doesn't mean it is available to all.
I make do with my dark shades as they are my only resource.
Colour comes from a jovial heart, the dark comes from a tormented soul.
Maybe one day my palette will end up like yours, but for now, I paint in black and white.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
