Beige.

BEIGE.

If there were ever a time we could say there was no more evil or hate in the world,

Murders and rapes never happened,

Hearts never got broken and you never had to worry about; “only the good dying young…”

It would look like SpringTime and Easter every day, year round.

With the pastel pinks and blues,

Specks of a dull green.

We would constantly walk, encapsulated in a bright white light

Smiling from ear to ear with our unicorns and rainbow colored hair,

Singing joyous songs and nursery rhymes the rest of our lives.

Have your thoughts wandered into the “what if’s,” yet? Whilst you manifest a make believe, perfect world?

Before you know it, you’ve convinced your psyche that everything is perfect.

Perfect is good.

Good is happy.

or,

Are you asking for a refund on your version of this life?

Is there a constant, stabbing pain in your chest day after day, from someone that didn’t love you back in the same way? Multiple people your entire life?

Do you look at these people with their perfect life and become bitter on the inside with a snide, envious smile; blistered with a deep green aura, on the out?

Or;

Have you been the one to cause the pain to someone else,

Leaving you hating yourself, because hurting them killed you inside.

Daily, I fight the battles of empathy in someone else’s apathy.

Where do we break even?

All the colors of the rainbow amongst every person I pass,

With each person, my aura and center is shaken,

Their colors interrupt mine.

I’m left scattered because what I want…

Is just a thought.

Can’t make everyone happy.

So, do I fall to my next obsession of wanting attention,

That’s never easy either,

I want attention but I want it on my terms with a lush amount of personal space.

I am my own color.

Changing and growing; day by day.

I don't wear it with shame;

Instead, with pride.

The gray stamped on my aura for all to see-

Because depression looms most days.

Turn around 90 degrees and I'm your most perfect and beautiful shade yellow, dancing with those unicorns and rainbows.

When those colors are dancing proudly,

Underneath them:

I am beige.

Allowing for any hue of every possible color to gravitate towards it, to accentuate their potential and characteristics.