Color Me Happy

I enjoyed coloring as a young child,

I liked to stay in the lines.

I thought if I colored outside the lines,

Then my picture would be ruined.

I enjoyed to paint as a young adult,

I liked to stay in the lines.

I thought if I painted outside the lines,

Then my picture would be ruined.

I enjoy drawing,

I like to stay in the lines.

I think if I draw outside the lines,

Then my drawing will be ruined.

I met this boy,

He liked to color,

He liked to stay in the lines.

He thought if he colored outside the lines,

Then his picture would be ruined.

One day I visited a man in a white coat,

He told me I was sad.

He told me these would make me happy.

So I tried them but I no longer wanted to color inside the lines.

I wanted to rip up my drawings as if they were pieces of my soul.

I no longer wanted to color inside the lines,

I wanted to throw my crayons as if they were my morals.

I no longer wanted to color inside the lines,

But this boy continued to show me how I loved to color inside the lines.

He wanted me to color inside the lines,

So I could be happy once again.

So I let him color as I sat there and watched.

He tried time and time again,

To color me happy,

But the colors that were bleeding out of me were blue,

Blue as the deep blue sea.

He tried time and time again,

To color me happy,

But my mind turned dark,

Dark as night.

But I let him keep coloring,

So my eyes could at least see something happy.

I let him keep coloring,

Because I wanted to be happy.

And he still colors to this day,

Attempting to color me happy,

To color me happy.

Author's Note

Not sure how I feel about this one.. let me know what you think!