
Middle school is
Full of burning feelings
Describable as one colour
One beautiful colour
One colour all the same
Full of not knowing what to do with them
Full of the end of an era
The end of being careless
The sun sets into a dark abyss of responsibility
For me it is a rainbow
Some days red
Passion and anger
Some days orange
The contemplation of a leaf
Before it falls to winter
It can be yellow
Smiling sun full of hope
Full of joy
Green days are the world screaming my name
Telling me to run
“You’ve got this,” it says
Blue days are hard
Tears and disappointment
But those days end
Dawn breaks with a new colour to come
Purple is for alone
It hurts but never stays
Never have I been
A mere silhouette
White like a canvas
Others paint you the colour they want
The colour is important
Don't let others dictate it
The emotions are your’s
So are the colours
Not just one but all of them
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