If I ever doubt myself
It’s because I feel like I’m not worth it to help
Like I enjoy seeing the brown in my eyes fade to grey
Almost like I can’t keep my demons at bay
I’m always trying to paint myself in a way
That doesn’t make me fade
But it doesn’t feel like I’m the one holding the paintbrush
Even though that’s the same brush
That makes up my DNA
How did I go astray and and lose myself in the fading shades
Once seeing myself in the sun’s ray
Cascading so fearlessly
Shining so brilliantly
Feeling like a soul lost
Turning to stardust
Is this what it’s come to at last
A girl bleeding crimson
Feeling like she’s the villain
And it seems like she can’t complete the mission
But she’s not ready for submission
Because you see she’s made of gold
Her eyes may fade sometimes
But she always finds her way back to the horizon
And she’s rising
Leaving a legacy
So let’s just see
Her leave her mark
Dripping in a kaleidoscope
She finds herself
Reflected in all
Like a rainbow
Not giving up hope
About the Creator
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