The People’s Palette

My pain is my paintbrush

The world is my canvas

Turn atrophy into art

Hoping someone can understand this

Maybe see the deeper meaning

Red is just me bleeding

Cause I'm pouring out my heart on this page

The faucet’s leaking

Blue are the tears running down my cheek from crying

Trapped in a cage surrounded by thoughts of dying

I once had a peak and I could see myself flying

But when the devil took my wings no longer felt like trying

Green is the greed for marijuana and money

And at times I seem bitter but all I want is some honey

I couldn't find it from those around me so I found it in the drug

And it was funny cause all I ever needed was a hug

Purple shows my strive for royalty and respect

I just want to be known I'm tired of the neglect

Forget material possessions I need something abstract

I just want to be seen from a legendary aspect

Orange represents my prevalence

Replaced with the decadence of a darker sense

I find I'm doing more and more meddling

Future driven but sometimes I'm backpedaling

Yellow signifies the need for caution

You're dealing with someone who is suffering from exhaustion

All bets are off and my soul is on the auction

Looking for someone that can pay the price, a coffin

Now look and you can see we formed a rainbow

It has a deeper meaning like a demon with a halo

God made a promise that he would never flood the Earth

But I'm drowning in my problems, just praying that they disperse

Do I blame him? Sometimes I do

Have I blamed others? I do that too

But take a look at yourself, sometimes it’s you

Don’t let your pain stop you from seeing the ugly truth

The point of poetry is not to paint a pretty picture

It’s to show we're all a work of art, no matter the mixture

Like a demon with a halo, there's good and bad in all of us

Just display your true colors the same way a palette does