Two faced

You think you know me but you dont, i moan

See for so long now, i've been hiding my black undertone,

Years of being squashed into the pretty pink ballerina,

I command myself to stop with this facade of painting the colourless empty arena

You think you know me but you dont, i scream

I am that dirrty green witch, the one you burn when you let off steam

And why i let your dull grey monotones shape me

When i can choose to rise above the golden flames and be free, unlike thee-ee

You think you know me but you dont, i whisper

So here's a riddle to leave you in a bliss'ter

I am the red heart that speaks her truth and i am the blue heart that is wounded to her untruth

So who am i really? Well, i'll give you a clue, it all lies in the colourful truth.