It starts out red.
Pure senseless emotion.
Raw and consuming.
It is destruction.
And then it turns orange.
but not so overwhelming.
Like a fire in the palm of your hand.
Or maybe it's in your chest?
It may be an oxymoron,
But this anger is comfortable.
And then it turns yellow.
The anger is more of an undertone.
You wonder if it's an overreaction.
Should you still be angry?
Questioning, questioning, questioning!
But you just can't let go.
And then it turns green.
This anger is more hateful.
It lashes out at those around you.
It despises that they are happy.
Wants them to feel what it feels.
And then it turns blue.
A cool anger.
This one is the most dangerous.
Because it is calm and collected.
Because it is thinking.
You are now hating with both your heart,
and your mind.
And then it turns purple.
Purple is sticky.
Purple gets pulled in so many directions.
Some choose an indigo revenge.
Others a passive violet.
Some disappear into lilac.
And others explode with magenta.
And then it fades
It fades into whites,
It fades into every colour of the rainbow.
But it fades.