Colors

We called it the Pen.
None of us actually ever knew what the facility we were held in was called.
We never knew why we were there,
where we came from,
or if we'd ever leave.
We called ourselves soldiers.
We didn't know what we were,
why we trained,
only what we were capable of.
We identified as Colors.
We didn't know our real names,
or if we even had them.
We had numbers and colors; numbers on the wrists, colors in the eyes and hair.
We thought we were heroes.
We were wrong.