Hidden Truth of Oneself

(2) The Color Blue

The sky is blue, mixing with purple and pink
Beautiful scenery to watch, even if you are stink
The clouds are moving, colliding with each other
All of the memories in mind are forgotten, why do I even bother

The room is painted with bright, sky blue
Does it really give you peace? I have no clue
It's actually makes me drown, feeling tight in the chest
Not only with my sickness, it comes along with the mess