My favorite color is me.

It wasn't a mask.

It was a blindfold.

I thought someone made me put it on.

I put it on myself,

out of fear,

out of the need for control.

I've been walking through fog.

I've been walking through a haunted house,

but the monsters were actually trying to kill me.

I looked for my favorite color in those monsters,

but the monsters stole my colors from me.

How do I know they are bad?

How do I know they are scary?

I chose to cover my eyes,

and colored over the all of the bad.

I chose to let them steal my colors,

and painted them with love when they were sad.

I tried to crawl beneath the fog.

I tried to bloom on the walls of the haunted house.

Silly girl,

take off the blindfold.

Silly girl,

look at all that is in front of you.

At the end of the haunted house was a mirror.

The person in the mirror told me,

"Let the light in.

See all of your colors.

You are the light.

You are your favorite color."

I am my favorite color.

My favorite color is green.

Green is my favorite color.

My favorite color is me.