The rainbow
A person paints their life
Some tries using different colors to make life more interesting
Some use the same colors as others
But I become the colors of the rainbow
Sadly, no matter what color I become,
There will be someone who will always flush those colors down the drain
I try being red, “Hands in the air,” and everyone gets ready to fight with me instead
I try being orange, they say I’m bold where I scream through my eyes
I try being yellow, “cheerful,” they say, but behind the forgery smile, I hold back the tears
I try being green, “I’m calm,” I tell myself but anxiety suffocates me with ease
I try being blue, “Awe don’t cry” they give me tissues instead of peace
I try being purple, “luxurious but selfish,” they say, but i’m the complete opposite in reality
I try being white, “I’m plain and simple” they define me but little do they know I am filled with all the colors. Confused with the number of identities I have.
Sadly, no matter what one chooses,
Society will find a way to humiliate one for being themselves
Society will always judge and look at the book
but never read the inside of the book.
Of the person.
I look at the rainbow with questions flooding my mind:
Do I have to be a color?
Do I have to blend in with the crowd even when the crowd isn't there?
Is this who I am meant to be?
I am lost and confused.
I've learnt that it's just the world
Nothing can change the negativity of the society
Our society.
Nothing can ever change.