I'm not violet
I'm not green, blue
Or anything in between
I'm different
That's all I am
No imperfection
Or perfection in hand
And yet you see
The faults in me
I'm made of colours
Don't you see
I don't have to be
Blue, indigo, yellow, or green
Not even yellow, orange, or red
But I'm just colors in a black and white mind
And yet I say I ain't afraid to lie
"I am bisexual"
YOU ARE READING
Ramble
PoetryMe going of ranting in poems and warning! This gets depressing and rage inducing. And sadly very true for many situations.
