palette
when I was a child I was yellow,
like a sunflower, a beautiful sunflower
but one day the boy I liked was with another girl
I turned green
at school it was a whole lot of red
like a murder scene
red every time I made a fool of myself
or argued with my friends
then it was summer break
and all I remember is being blue
like the soft blue skies above me
I know why blue is my favourite colour now
But you don't realise what a miracle life is
until all that's left on your palette is grey
You used up all the other beautiful colours
trying to paint a picture of how life should be
rocks are grey
that makes sense to me now
I've hit rock bottom
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