Colour is pride: True colour.

I'd call me RED, but the cute subtle pinks grew too fast and the fiery sheen of its purity turns dark and calm.

I'd call me myself ORANGE, but I wasn't so motivated all the time.

I could be YELLOW, but most times happiness eludes me and I lay motionless with the golden crown of cowardice.

Maybe GREEN, bur growth goes both ways and I wither.

Or, could I be BLUE?, Sometimes even I couldn't love myself.

I should be PURPLE, but life isn't my fairy tale and I'm just a normal girl.

I could never be BLACK either, it embodies a little too much of what I hoped to be, sophisticated, elegant and powerful.

Definitely never WHITE, for my innocence was washed and I was am imperfect being.

But I should be GREY, with my undefined conservation and an all so put together calm, grey, for I'd lived in my head painting colourful pictures reality would never hold, because I'd compromise for everything I had, even if it broke me.

Grey, because I'd fixed myself piece by piece till my colours washed off me.

Grey, because I am strong and confident, with an alluring aura.

Grey, because I have opinions, those that must be heard and so I speak.

Grey, because I am a little of all but none.

Call me GREY, for I am perfectly imperfect.