My life has been splattered against the sidewalk
A multitude of a million colors
Showing my emotions
My thoughts
Everything I've felt and said
The persona I made was not something
I could easily escape from
Because everyone hides behind a mask
For the comfort of saying and doing
Acceptable things
If I already did those things
I wouldn't need a mask to hide behind
If I meant it from the bottom
of my frail, bloody, coldest heart
Maybe others would catch on too
So we could see in colors
Not just black and white
Because as beautiful as those tones are
They get so plain
Give me a crayon so I can color the world
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