Struggling I fear
For a color you see
The accurate revere
A color that’s me
Red is so dear
For I love deeply
Blue I do fear
As I hurt greatly
Its None do you hear
No color suits me
My words are sincere
Eyes go right through me
Self worth I hold dear
Staring blankly
Masking one tear
No longer trust sanely
My pride is mere
Its true to me only
It’s not of my peer
They’ve no interest to know me
Their words outright sear
Kindred forsake thee
Long to disappear
Eluding my casualty
All inclusive they cheer
Of my liberty
Not shedding one tear
For yours truly
Though I inhere
Standing discreetly
My color is clear
Ergo no one sees me
About the Creator
Lyn McClatchey
I am an American writer, born and raised in Illinois. Aside from writing, I enjoy crafting, reading, and spending time with my loving husband and two sons. I have taken creative writing courses and am a therapist for autistic children.
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