A time ago, yet longer still
A child sat alone
She watched the others dance on by
Their colours unlike her own
Theirs were vibrant, full of light
Yellows, reds and blues
Nothing like the lonely child
Shrouded in darker hues
She longed to play amidst the colours
To laugh away the day
But no one cared to let her in
Her colours, they said, were grey
She tried to match their colourful nature
A toll was even paid
But when met with only trickery
She saw through the masquerade
She accepted her ashen disposition
Her tears drying on her cheek
From the safety of her grey refuge
A promise she made to keep
No more would others see her tears
Her dark walls rising high
Her hope for colours locked away
Behind her bright blue eyes
Was her future monochrome?
Where did she fit in?
A girl misunderstood
The rope she walked grew thin
A time passed, several years in fact
The girl had now grown
She was no longer such an innocent
Her blackened shell cut to the bone
The good and the bad, friends came and went
An outsider she remained
Her ink blot like nature
Their colours, it did stain
She still tried to change her colours
To mix up something new
To figure out what was wrong with her
Perhaps she could become blue
Or perhaps a softer shade of pink
Like other girls her age
Even a bright yellow
Something to subside the rage
Her cloak still dipped in shadow
She wished she understood
Why she couldn’t be accepted
Why she was different beneath that sullen hood
The war raged on within her mind
The demons proving strong
Those of doubt and weakness
Of how her colours were wrong
Was her future monochrome?
Where did she fit in?
A girl still unaccepted
Her colours quickly fading
Again, we move, further through the years
A woman now instead
She’s worked and lived beneath city lights
But that lack of colour still plagues her head
It haunts her as she sleeps
And in her waking thoughts
The seed of doubt planted long ago
Her shade of grey long taught
Her desolation deepened still
A mask of colour adorned
Hiding all the tears and cracks
The darkness now had worn
Being in a room of people
And feeling all alone
The silence oh so deafening
Once she’s back at home
Was she now just monochrome?
She did not fit in
A woman unaccepted
Even from within
I look back now, on my past
From that child so misled
To the woman I’ve now become
And the silent tears I’ve shed
It’s taken many years to see
My true colours shine
To understand I was not wrong
But simply colour blind
I did not lack in colour
Like others often said
It’s true, I’m not as vibrant
That doesn’t make me dead
My colour is full, deep and rich
As dark as it is unique
A crimson red, that is my own
My colour not discreet
If I could go back to my young self
I’d tell that girl to own it
To get back up on her feet
And in their face have thrown it
There’s nothing wrong with being different
Of not matching competing hues
If you spend your life under others
Your life you tend to lose
It’s not easy, it never is
I still struggle everyday
To remember to love who I am
To put those doubts away
There are days where I fail
Many days, in fact
But that is part of who I am
And it’s when I choose to act
I love my quirky, geeky nature
For movies and for games
My passion for dark story telling
Unapologetic and unashamed
There is no one like me
I’m my own shade of red
It’s time to turn the page now
The journey is still ahead
I am not just monochrome
I don’t have to just fit in
I just have to accept myself
To love the colour within


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