Color

Color, you surround me
With your warms, your colds, and your inbetweens.
But still all I can see,
Is the deprivation behind every shade or tint.
I see the reds, the anger and blood that fuels them.
I see the blues, like the sadness that is seen behind blue eyes.
I see the green, the jelousy and hate, like spit-fire rage.
I see the yellow, like dandelions in the sun, killing all the other plants.
I see the purple, I see it's despondancy and lack of romance.
I see a girl, I see her painting a rainbow,
I see her not thinking about the chance,
That she might not be successful, she might not be well-known, all she thinks,
Everything, that it's pretty, that it's beautiful to her.
I want to see, I want to breathe,
I want my heart to beat, the way it used to.
So long ago.
When I was the girl.

So long ago,
Before all the trouble,
Before all the outrage and pain,
Before I met these people,
That put me down and made it rain...
On my parade.
I miss my innocence and romance,
I miss my Barbie in a pink limoseine.
I miss everythng I used to know,
I miss the music that I used to show:
To my teachers, to my friends, to my love, and to no end.

I miss my colorful attire,
I miss being blinded to the black and white,
I miss living in color,
Living to shout at life.
Living for my own.
Not the life that you made for me.
Not the strife that you've pained me with.
Not the knife that cut,
Like your words,
Through my skin,
It went right in.

And took the color outta me.