"A Mess"

Fields of green, 

Did you save me or did I save myself?

Fields of grey,

Were you an accessory to my life or the main event?

Fields of yellow,

Why am I so mellow?

Fields of silver,

I want diamonds and glitter.

Fields of black,

Am I good or bad?

Fields of white,

Is it morbid or alright to watch me drown in apathy right next to you?

Fields of pink,

was it a kiss or a wink?

Fields of maroon,

do you like me or am I buffoon?

The fields and shields 

that I put up

as a defence mechanism.

Are they real or made up?

Do we exist for a higher purpose 

in these colourful fields of life?

Or were they made for us to believe 

that we are butterflies,

When in dreadful reality

all we are 

is selfish.