Blurred

We are made unique! Different, but beautiful in that difference! Just like colors! But... That beauty can be washed away... When we stop being ourselves...

Colors, colors...

Beautiful supposed to be, but...

plain, they're going to be...

 

Why...?

Too light, perhaps? Or too thick, also?

Too shiny, are they? Or...

Do you think... Too dark, instead?

 

Whatever, whatever...

No one knows, no one knows...

One thing for sure, they are not what they are made to be...

 

Once, curious i was...

"Well, go!", they said! "Go and find out!"

 

...

Wait...

Who said that...?

 

...

The insides i think...?

 

Ah...

But yet, here i am...

Standing, looking...

Breathing... Silent...

 

...

Yes...

I've found it...

 

What happened to them colors?

Too shiny? Nope.

Too dark? Nope.

And that's the problem!

 

Made to stand out, you were!

 

No... No...

Not like this!

 

Now...

Neither in or out, standing in between...

 

 

Oh colors, colors...

Blurred away, you have...

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Green]

Some of the phrasing was a little unusual, but it wasn't bad and didn't detract from your poem. I liked the concept, comparing people to colors. It really makes the issue clear; no one would try to change a color because they didn't like it so why should they do it to other people just because they are different? Well done, I enjoyed reading this.

[Anthonio Joshua]

Thank you for the review! Appreciate that!
God bless you!