Muted Colours

Hi everyone, this is a re-upload from my old page which I unfortunately can't access anymore. It's based on my own journey and experiences, which hopefully will help encourage you to be yourself too.

Muted Colours

What was I thinking? 

Why didn’t I feel like I was good enough as I am? 

Why was I so afraid to be me?

I’m different. Neurodivergent. 

I see the world different from others,

Ridiculed or overlooked because of this. 

                 …That’s why I was so afraid.

That’s why I hid… 

The world is loud, so I masked myself in colours mirroring that,

Blue, green, purple, pink.

The main colours I see in Aurora Borealis, my namesake. 

I cloaked my sensitivity, 

                               I hid my anxiety,

       I masked my stimming 

In hopes that the world 

Would then accept me…

      

This cloak of bold colours is exhausting to wear…

  

Why should the opinion of others affect me?

Strangers dictate my life?

Shouldn’t only the opinions of those who truly love us matter?

And aren’t there also people out there who understand?

Aren’t there more toned down Northern Lights?

The world may not be open to accept me yet, but I am. 

Therefore I’m allowing myself to be me. 

The real me,

The me that stimms,

The quieter and sensitive me,

My true self, in muted colours.