My Colors

Some would say I'm lonely,
A mixture filled with blue.
Though others see my passion,
Fired by a red so true.
These hues are my very essence,
The keys to my creation.
For if there is too much of one,
I will no longer be pure and true.
Red is my passion, my power, my anger raging through.
Blue is my vulnerability, my loneliness, my clouded point of view.
Though these hues created me,
I always remain a coalesced mystery.