Monochrome

I’m red like my heart full of passion again

Angry yet determined that I have a life to gain

445 shades of me eased with a melody that keeps me sane

I once again set fire to the rain

I wonder if with a little courage I could walk out of this lane

I’m orange like the youngster that I am

My gypsy soul views relationships like an exam

Misunderstood as if I was a walking anagram

I wonder if the warmth that I feel now-and-then is only a scam

I’m yellow like the sun sunshine in the sky

A simple metaphor but I swear that I,

Dream of being one day that high

Am I wrong for wanting to be someone’s yellow?

I wonder if this odd feeling can reach my ego

I am green of jealousy like the greed to vomit any crime for a dime

In a changing society, I am trapped in a tales as old as time

I envy Kevin McCallister for being home and not just alone in the nighttime

I wonder if this lost soul of mine

Will find its euphoria in this lifetime

I am cyan like the sky during the day

Like the sadness that comes in waves leaving me grey

I stumble upon blue memories when I was searching for a getaway

My blue is a confusing wordplay here to stay

I am also indigo like the night sky that went through,

A lot to be close to you

Because there can’t be perfect orange without blue

Because I know you feel my misfortune too

I wonder if my stars will appear for your view

I am violet like the once upon a time rare flag of a country

I blossom with the admiration and respect of others like an orchid

As the last visible colour , I feel left out, suffering from anxiety

If having a future is my only dream, then why do I work on the daily

For a meaningless thing named money?

Why did I dreamt last night of becoming somebody?

The world forgets about me

But treating it with a warm heart I trust, love and blindly,

I navigate a life we call a mesmerizing sea

At the end of the day, I also am pink like the morning sky

The sky that gets a new start every morning

I am invisible to many and I hate myself for being boring

So focused on small details I miss the foreshadowing

I always look for the best and I overlook the small things

I wonder what would happen if I for once, stopped running

I am a rainbow, variations of colours after the storm

A combination of emotions, and different saturation’s transformed

I am never black nor white, monochrome

I am everything outside of norm

And I truly want to accept myself whatever my form

To this day, I still wonder if I’m doing the right thing by seeking the healing through the warmth