Heart of Crayons

When I was just in primary school

I had one very simple rule

“I’ll lend you my crayons,” I would say

“They’re sharp and unbroken”

“Please return them that way”

I would beg my mom for the 120 pack

With some shimmery colors

And the sharpener on the back

I took pride in my drawings

I would blame it on that

A house or a tree or a dog or a cat

And then I grew older, I would realize why

My obsession with color would never die

The colors were in me, my loud, vibrant soul

It made me, me, I had a great role

To make people happy, was my true desire

I made it a mission, one that was dire

I’d came across a face that looked rather sad

And say “Let me help you! My colors are rad!”

I would share my colors, every single, last one

‘Til all faces around me were bright like the sun

“Take some pink! Take some orange!”

“Might as well take some yellow!”

Or whatever they fancied

To make them happy and mellow

Most people were nice

They didn’t break my heart of crayons

But to some I did entice

All my colors they would prey on

My crayons would be smashed

All littered on the floor

The mockery and the laughter

Shook me down to my core

But I had to press on

There are people who do need me

To share my colors I would don

When they are pained or are weepy

And with simpler words I’ll end with

The answer you may seek

“What truly makes me, me?”

I’m colorful, I’m unique

Spreading joy and love and color

To this world that truly needs it

To make you happier, not duller

With all my colors that are infinite