My red crayon is missing.
I was working on a piece about my feelings
that you refuse to hear.
I needed red for the eyes that stared me down
as I cried and tried my best to escape from them.
I substituted it with orange.
It's not as harsh a color as red, but I hope it still gets the point across.
It matters to me,
that I use something similar,
but you don't care about the differences between red and orange and maybe even pink.
You told me you were color blind.
I don't know why I didn't take that seriously.
I'll buy another red crayon
someday
when I'm ready.
