Canvas

Painted with colors, I did not deserve

I dislike how those hues depict me

Sly optimism evoked by blazing tangerine rejoicing my wounds

Petty pink deriving power through vain exaggerations

Do resilience and resolve make me weak?

Can physical appearance be used to proclaim defeat?

They chase rainbows and sunshine

I was a caterpillar that evolved into a butterfly

For every tinge of yellow, there is a splash of grey

For every serene second, I am punished with a color that feels stray

Twisted mouths with feeble goals

Bliss is my barren soul with aching bones

Pray for my tears instead of world peace

Cannot sleep unless I cease to breathe

Bold blue for delusional solace

Light blue to call me a castaway

Fear replaced grace

I saw blotches of disdain concealing specks of shame

A canvas with magical possibilities turned murky

How long can apathetic actions fuel your ship?

Who has a cure for cruelty?

Rosy is not a synonym for bravery

My skin is stained with unwanted hues

Drenched with colors, I did not choose