We are all just glow sticks

Glow stick part 4

My color seeps from my drawing,

Bubbling to the surface

And leaking to the floor.

My color is beautiful,

It's calming and enticing.

If only there was a better way

Of my color showing.

If only it were easier

To handle the things on the inside.

I wish I could keep my pain

From seeping out.

I look around and see everyone else

With their shining glow and think to myslef,

Why is it that their color stays and stands out in the dark,

While mine blends in and darkens?

Is it possible that one day

I can be just as consistent?

Is it possible that one day

my color,

which is now tinted red,

will be tinted with maybe a beautifull blue,

or a color that brings happiness 

to not only myself, but the ones who see it?

I know how to make it happen,

but you see it isn't that simple.

I need to let the ones who started

to change me to finish their work.

They leave butterflies on my thighs

every time im sad.

maybe I just need to let the butterflies fly,

not cut away their wings.

You made me stand and share,

can you make me walk away?

Can you turn me into a glowstick like you?

Im done breaking.

I want to shine now.

Can you help me shine?

I hope you can.