Every day is the same.
Everyone is so colorful. As you see them walking by, you see shades of pink, gold, violet.
That cute girl over there is a beautiful plum color. My brother is a bright, vivid red. My best friend? She's an adorable shade of blue.
And then there's me.
Life has sucked the color out of me. I stand on the sidelines sporting a dull grey color. The color of storm clouds, ash, and aging hair.
Having color seems so easy - that is, until you lose it.
Every day becomes a cloudy blur of neutral colors. Everything seems faded and uninteresting. Smiling starts to hurt, and you simply cannot bear to look at other people. They're always laughing and grinning. Why can't I have that?
Sometimes I temporarily gain my color back. Going on outings with friends, spending time with family, or going to some event in the city have all done this. However, before you know it, it is gone. It leaves so fast that I can't even tell what the color was.
Losing your color is not extremely common, though it happens enough that people have found solutions. Some people use therapy. Some take bottles of pills that rattle. Some people just give it time, and they slowly gain their hue again.
I have tried everything, and so far, nothing has helped. Time hasn't healed me yet. Medicine and therapy have not helped me yet.
Maybe someday I will finally become part of someone else's rainbow.
