These are my true colours.
Ugly right?
Used to be my own shade of blue,
With some yellow patches bright
Some purple red bruises alright.
Unexplored white hatches,
Creepy blacks scratches—
But my colours, they were balanced
Never ticked off like matches
As they tend to do now,
Stirring up chaos with all might
Looming in and out of sight
Plaguing my heart in cold fright
Peeved of others around me,
Whose colours stain onto mine,
Dulling my pretty shine,
While i just protested in a small whine.
That tiny whine
Changed into a yell and shout
Finally came out an angry howl.
