Paling in comparison

She has a glow about her

He’s the golden boy

They’ll shake with mirth when I dare ask

What colour, then, am I?

His aura red and bold

passion and grit aglow

Her open heart and mind so crisp

Like violas in the snow

Confined to shades of grey and beige

And never very bright

My colours, looking back, I’ve learned

I’d kept hidden from the light

It wasn’t the hue of others

Which made me feel so contained

But self imposed normality

A loss of ‘I’ kept me constrained

So am I blue, orange, pink?

Can you pick a self defining shade

When both your peers and your family alike

Already have your colour made

Now I realise - I’ve come to see

through open mind and thought alone

My colours are a spectrum vast

I’m iridescent to the bone