What colour am I?
My entry for the True Colours Challenge
I ask myself all the time, “What colour am I?”
And “What colour do I seem?”
Because within, the only colour that comes to me is a dark, deep blue.
Like when the night sky is almost there, but it isn’t black, it’s blue.
A dark, deep blue.
I think about it a lot, like how I’m stuck in that state,
Not a beautiful mystical black night sky who knows who he is,
Or a pink sunset, innocent and bright eyed,
not even a light blue sky, who’s awake and wise,
But a dark, deep blue, Stuck.
For that, I am unlike the sky,
the sky changes all the time,
But I seem so deeply frozen, In this void-like blue...
I wish I was pink, because the question “What colour do I seem?”
It’s Pink. The bright innocence, the cutesy goodnights of that beautiful sunset pink...
Like how I dress so colourful, and give everyone a beaming smile.
I tell everyone “it will be ok,” like pink does,
But the real blue inside of me doesn’t believe himself...
Am I faking a colour?
Everyone says I’m pink, my nickname as a child,
My favorite colour, The colour of my blanket I couldn’t sleep without,
And for a while, I was pink.
My childhood years were a bright and beaming pink,
And maybe, for that, I am like the sky,
Changing.
One day I may be the mystical black night sky colour,
Who’s learnt to love who I am,
And maybe someday, I’ll be the cheery orange of a sunrise,
Welcoming on, the new me, the wise blue sky.
About the Creator
Mika Exley
Just a small girl who feels she’s against the world ❤️
Instagram: cinnamonroll_mika
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