White Canvas

There are many colors we uphold

Yet the primary is all we see.

Red brutality

Yellow Sanity

Blue depression

We see through but one window tented black

But sweetie, it isn't always like that

Golden confidence is within you, worth more than gold itself

Green maturity showers you but every spring

Indigo kindness, seeing the sky in all its hue

Honey, scarlet shades of wonderful is all I see

But what do you want from me?

Acceptance from others who see the norm of what you can be

We can never live a life where every apple you bite is red

You will never see what I see in the clouds

Realities canvas will always be white

Let us paint away

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