Lost, Found, And Chosen.

A Different Shade

I went to a town, its welcome sign just said,

We do not welcome the sensitive, the creative,

problematic- you.

And rather than walk away, i kept going deeper into

Unknown territory.

When I reached the city it had color for miles.

Bright and vivid posters with colorful people.

And i was told i needed to be gray, so,

To be (i thought) accepted, gray I became.

Eventually, I got tired and wanted to be in color.

So i spoke to the locals who looked at me crazy,

Spoke to me crazy, made me feel crazy,

When all I did was try to paint with color.

Until i saw someone and asked

"how does someone become colorful like you?"

They responded,

"Do it and forget what anyone else thinks, you're enabled."

So i packed up my things and moved from

the outskirts of town, to the center.

Set up my little apartment with a view of my favorite coffee shop,

And settled in.

I set up a studio room where i could write freely,

Paint in all colors, and speak my mind unchallenged and appreciated.

People still found a way to make me feel crazy.

Yet, with time they eventually left me alone.

The color i now so desperately wanted i had,

And I blended in enough now, finally able to walk freely in the town.

Now visited and loved by everyone,

and still called crazy by the ones that don't forget.

But every time i try to express myself, I'm still called crazy.

But now only when I SPEAK my truths.

Because my truths never fit yours, and never will.

My colors are the same as yours but will always be in,

A different shade.

And truthfully, I'd rather that.