Red

My oh my,

A patrician choice of color,

A classic color of capes,

A classic royal look.

Though, it symbolizes other things,

Most commonly anger,

But another is romance,

You could argue and counter my argument,

Claiming pink is more romantic,

But technically both these colors are romantic.

When I pick up a piece of woven fabric,

And the color is red,

My anxiety wants me to have it,

Wants me to treat myself,

To hide my anxiousness,

To hide my nervousness,

Wants me to pick at my scabs,

And my scars...

Deep down,

I'm hurting inside,

But to the naked eye,

I appear fine,

Your blindness is your weakness,

But it's my strength.

You and I are human,

I'm bleeding invisibly,

And for all I know,

You could be bleeding too.

No one seems to understand,

Everyone has a story,

Everyone is hurting,

But it takes a special person,

To listen to these fascinating stories,

On who we've become.