The Stream of Lost Hues

So broken, even a fake smile fails.

So shattered, the pieces are dust.

I can't be what everyone thinks of me.

I'm not an angel, I'm not a demon

Then what am I?

A colorless creature

Or the tiny pebble thrown into the stream

Where my ripples are stifled.

Lost and falling into a shadow where only distorted light can reach.

The flow doesn't always take you in the right direction

So where am I going?

Don't always trust where someone directs you to

Because manipulation is free.

Don't ask me to smile anymore

Because it's just not true.

I am worth as much as the ink I use

But I can only write on the darkness.

Lost in the depths a future I cannot see

There are lights, but none for me.

The spectrum shines on us all

But we don't get to choose which light is ours

In the stream of lost hues.