The Purple Inside a Rainbow

I think I've always seen the world in color

Bright radiants wisping within

There was no realization discover

It's something that always been

Others around me paint in black and white

Expectations are set and matched

But they seem so persistently in fright

That what they know is coming unlatched

There may have been a point

Where denial was in my pulsation

A young girl afraid to disappoint

In the center of invalidation

Trying to label the unknown

My mind is like a prison

But to overcome is to grow

And I grew in between the marmalade and crimson

Maybe not the warm shaded dinges

Maybe just in the void with plum?

I'll stick to the basic umbrella of tinges

Saturated by the pink, purple and blue hum

Why do I need to use permanent paint for myself to avow?

My sight is ever-developing and wayward

No, I will stay in a comfort pigment for now

Only purple can reside with my heart’s favored

Vicious circle - I see in the bruised scene

Purple - somewhere in the in between